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The 80th anniversary of D-Day

My dad served in Korea. Not sure what role he served in and never really talked about it. But my uncle told me he changed after he came back. Can't say it was because of his service time, but heck, he didn't want a lot to do with his family the last 20 or so years of his life anyway.
 
My dad was Vietnam age, but he always said a Dr. McClanahan (a doctor I never saw as a kid) gave him a 4F rating due to a heart condition.

My dad is 81 and fit as a fiddle.
 
I don't have any family D-Day stories to contribute here. My grandfather, who was in pharmacy school, joined the Navy after Pearl Harbor ... and they sent him to the war-torn state of Idaho, where he served his time as a pharmacist's mate at Farragut Naval Training Station on Lake Pend Oreille. According to the Internet, Farragut was the second largest naval training ground in the world at the time.

Instead, I will tell you of Bill Parker, a bull rider, cowboy, and enrolled member of the Choctaw Nation. As a wire cutter, his boot was the first boot ashore in the first wave at Omaha Beach, and German artillery wiped out his company behind him. Eventually he was awarded two Purple Hearts, the French Legion of Honor and a Bronze Star ... among other things.

He passed away last Sept. 11.

80 Years Ago Today, a Bull Rider Helped Save the World
 
My dad was Vietnam age, but he always said a Dr. McClanahan (a doctor I never saw as a kid) gave him a 4F rating due to a heart condition.

My dad is 81 and fit as a fiddle.

I'm sure I've posted this before. My dad was just a bit older. Anyway, he had been out of high school for a few years and was working as a diesel truck mechanic. He got a nice letter in the mail saying he'd be selected for a free physical and trip around the world.
"Do you have any skills that would benefit the Army?"
"Sure. I'm a certified diesel mechanic. Y'all got trucks and tanks. I don't need any training. I can go to work today."
"Cool. You'll be a medic."
 
I had a great-uncle who was on an Army bridge-building crew in Europe during WWII. When I was young I thought that sounded pretty cool; they just moved around building temporary bridges for the battle soldiers who came later, right?

Later I found out (from others) that his bridge-building crew, and others, usually were working behind enemy lines, and to get to where a bridge was needed, they first had to fight through enemy troops. So it was fight and kill Germans first, build a bridge, push on, fight and kill more Germans, build another bridge, push on ...

He was the best of men. And I never heard him say one word about his war years. It must have have been incredibly tough.
 
I don't have any family D-Day stories to contribute here. My grandfather, who was in pharmacy school, joined the Navy after Pearl Harbor ... and they sent him to the war-torn state of Idaho, where he served his time as a pharmacist's mate at Farragut Naval Training Station on Lake Pend Oreille. According to the Internet, Farragut was the second largest naval training ground in the world at the time.

Instead, I will tell you of Bill Parker, a bull rider, cowboy, and enrolled member of the Choctaw Nation. As a wire cutter, his boot was the first boot ashore in the first wave at Omaha Beach, and German artillery wiped out his company behind him. Eventually he was awarded two Purple Hearts, the French Legion of Honor and a Bronze Star ... among other things.

He passed away last Sept. 11.

80 Years Ago Today, a Bull Rider Helped Save the World
Farragut State Park (the former naval training station site) is actually a pretty good summer camping spot. Or was before the Red California invasion began …
 
After some exhaustive research by librarian and genealogist Carol Tuckwiller, more than 4,400 Allied troops (2,500 of those Americans) have been confirmed killed in the first 24 hours of the D-Day assault, which sounds horrific but way below what Eisenhower probably calculated going in. I've seen reports where he estimated up to three-quarters of the men dropped behind the lines would be killed, wounded or taken prisoner.

It was definitely sheer luck as to who got where when, particularly for 20 young men of Bedford, Va., who died in that first assault. Those men had massively high casuality rates but as more soldiers got on the beach and German positions were destroyed or captured, the chances of survival went up significantly. When you consider 150,000 Allied troops were involved, that 4,400 figure is amazingly small. Even considering 5,500 wounded, a grand total of 10,000 casualties had to be best-case scenario for the Allies.

Thanks to the Russians for holding off the Germans during the four years between Dunkirk and Normandy. Thanks to the French Resistance for taking out key electrical and phone communications. Thanks to some massive blunders by German High Command. Thanks to the weather. And especially the grit, determination and willingness to crawl across the sand with bullets and grenades going off everywhere by British, Canadian and American fighters.

And a special salute to those brave photographers who gave us such gripping images of that day.

Bless all of them.

And thank you to the Americans and British who fought their way through North Africa and Italy for two years before Normandy. That seems to be the forgotten front of WWII.
 
And thank you to the Americans and British who fought their way through North Africa and Italy for two years before Normandy. That seems to be the forgotten front of WWII.

The U.S. Army rolling though the cities of Europe in their clean uniforms and tanks makes for a lot better imagery than fighting in North African deserts or Marines island hopping in the Pacific.
 
It was definitely sheer luck as to who got where when, particularly for 20 young men of Bedford, Va., who died in that first assault.

The 29th Infantry Division was a National Guard division, and was manned (from since before the war) by soldiers mostly from Virginia and Maryland - hence the high number of casualties from a Valley town like Bedford. The 29th landed on Omaha (with the Big Red 1) to open the invasion.

My friend Joe Balkoski was the Division historian and is a fabulous author. He wrote a trilogy of books on the 29th in Europe. I highly recommend them.

Beyond the Beachhead: The 29th Division... book by Joseph Balkoski
 

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