June 6th was always a special day in our household. It was a special day because my father, Frank F. Sempa, took part in the Allied invasion of Normandy in 1944, as a sergeant in the 29th Division. Like most members of that “greatest generation...
Yes, myself included.
I recall the evening we went to see "Saving Private Ryan" when it was released.
When the movie ended, it was quiet as a mouse, one could have heard a pin drop, to quote an old adage.
And for what seemed like a loong time, NO ONE got up, as if they were in deep contemplation or in shock.
What do you see in theaters now???
Just a bunch of crap, just like what 90% of TV is any more.
Those brave men that lost their lives on that day 78 years ago sure as hell did not die in vain at that point in history, but, sadly, that was then......what you see now is today. They are probably rolling in their graves at what has evolved.
D-Day was about 2 months before I was born and the kids I knew when growing up in the early 50's, we all knew then about D-Day, Pearl Harbor etc. Many of our uncles, brothers even dads Had served back then.
Our neighbor down the street, their son a, Marine, won the Medal of Honor.
Google Francis J. Pierce
My oldest brother was aboard ship off the coast of Okinawa during the Kamikaze attacks and a friend of mine, his uncle landed on D-Day.
Rant over,.........for now anyway.
Never met him, knew his parents though.
My brothers knew him.
Heck, I was only 6 months old at the time!!
He moved to MI and was a police officer in Grand Rapids I believe.
He was one fearless Dude from what I have read about him.