A story about D-Day that hits very close to home.

[imanamerican63]

My grandmother was from a family of 13 children. Both her parents died shortly after the last sibling was born. Raised by the oldest, they survived the harshest of times and circumstances in and period were nothing was easy for anyone alive at that time.

There were 8 girls and 5 boys. They all grew up to be very special people in their own ways.

Three of the 5 young men joined the military when WW2 broke out. One served in the Pacific Theater and the other 2 in the Army in European Theater. Sadly, one was killed days after the D-Day invasion. His body was never found but he was with the ground forces who many believed to be missing in action of after the whole platoon was killed by enemy forces. Two of the brothers made hit home. All of them were honored with medals for their actions and service.

My great uncle the served in the Pacific died a few years later due the chemical poisoning from the war. The last of three lived until he was 95. I was able to meet him when I took my grandmother to visit him. He showed me all the medals that all were given. That was an amazing experience and yet sobering to see what they sacrificed for us today.

There many stories that we all hear about. It amazes my to see the courage of so many who did not care if they were R’s or D’s? They were doing it for all mankind.

It is crazy to think where this country is today. A coward draft dodger dictator who has no respect for humanity is willingly to destroy what so many men and women sacrificed to give the very freedoms that he is now trampling on. He is no hero and never will be!