posted on Jun, 6 2013 @ 09:10 PM
I didn't see a thread on this. I used search and it turned up nothing. But -
69 years ago today (June 6 1944) was D Day.
My dad was there. I remember him telling me they gave them steak for the last meal they had before the landing.
He didn't talk about it much when I was growing up. Before he passed he opened up about it some. I found some written accounts he had done about it
after his death too...
My dad landed on Omaha Beach.
On his craft they let them out too far out, and for some of the shorter guys the water was over their heads.
He said his buddies were dying in the water all around him. Bullets hitting the water looked like someone throwing great handfuls of gravel into the
A good friend yelled at him, "Play dead! Play dead!" So he did. He and his buddy floated like they were dead and among the dead until they felt sand
under them and then they took off running as fast as they could.
When they hit the beach there was the wreckage of a landing craft and they hid behind it. He said it was just him and his buddy there at first behind
the craft. When he looked up and down the beach right that first time all he saw was dead GIs.
Then a guy came out of the water near them and they yelled at him to come over. Soon another made it out and joined them. Then another, and another,
till a small group was hiding behind that wrecked craft with bullets flying all around.
He cried when he told me about his friends, twin brothers. One was hiding behind the wrecked landing craft with dad and they saw the other twin make
it ashore, only to get shot as he ran to them. Dad grabbed at the twin hiding with him behind the boat. But he tore free and ran to his brother - and
died beside him.
In dad's words, "When we got enough behind there that we thought we could do something..and when we started to running out of room to hide..we
charged up the beach.."
Heroes each and every one on that day. Most are gone now, but when they were young they really did help to save the world.
I miss you dad...