Allied Soldiers Arrive 1944 on Shores Of Normandy,France

Thank you to all the Hero’s I’ll never know. Today and everyday I remember America is a free nation because others made sacrifices. Here’s a Texas size hug!

Today is the 70th anniversary of D-Day when more than a 160,000 Allied troops landing on a 50 miles stretch of beaches in Normandy, France. The shores were heavily fortified, over 9,000 were killed or wounded. The sacrifice made by the first men opened the doors for an extra 100,000 plus men to defeat Nazi Germany. We have lost many from this generation, some say the greatest generation. I think war is war and losing one American is too many. I’m not naïve enough to think more American’s are not going to die or wounded in current and future conflicts. As we honor these Hero’s today let’s remember we are a free country because of the sacrifices made since we put foot on this land. Many Veterans feel they have been forgotten, who could blame them after the VA scandal. We don’t know the names of every man and woman who died for us. We’re home in the cozy lazy boy compared to the horrid weather soldiers have endured over the years. When you see a Veteran, go shake their hand and tell then how much appreciate their sacrifice. Because of the sacrifices the Military we are America Home of the Free. We need to let that soak in when we see what’s going on in a large part of the world today. I would like to tell you more about my gramps who is my Hero.

My Hero

My Gramps An American Hero

Many of you know my gramps means everything to me from previous  post. He was hard-headed, a gentleman, liked dirty jokes, loved a game of 42 and devoted to his family. He married my grandmother when my father was 10 years old. My grandfather was a good-looking man, the bluest eyes, big flirt, great sense of humor, hard-working and above all he was smart. He was 35 years old when they married in 1950, very unusual for a man of that generation. I say he was smart because he joined the Army at 17 years old, upon returning from the war he took his time finding his forever wife. My grandmother was very attractive, even with her crossed eyes, he had choices and my grandmother was his choice.  At 35 years old he knew what he wanted in a wife vs. a girlfriend. He raised my father the same way he raised me. When I got my driver’s licence at 15 years old, he made me pay $50 a year to cover part of the insurance. I also paid $8 a week for gas. That doesn’t sound like much, gas was $0.89 at the time. I was only able to drive to/from work and take granny to the mall. No cruising, no nothing and the rules didn’t change when I got my car at 16 years old. I was writing for our school paper and writing sports for the Irving Daily News, they were on the approved list. He was smart because he knew I drank and if I couldn’t drive on the weekend my risk were reduced. My gramps was the pillar of responsibility. One of his lesson’s, if  you borrow something give it back in better shape. I was so blessed move in with them at 14 years old. I learned so much more than I knew until he was gone. We had so much fun, I think he was the best gramps ever.

We didn’t talk about the war much, they weren’t memories he wanted to relive. A couple of years before his death while looking at discharge papers I saw he had a Bronze Star among other medals. This did not surprise me but you will probably get a kick out of. I said where is your Bronze Star, he walked out to garage and pulled out of his tool box. That was gramps. I asked what he did to get it and he said they gave them to everyone. I knew it wasn’t true but went along. All the Military records for a segment of the alphabet were housed in Kansas City, in the 1970’s the building caught fire and all the records were lost. His paperwork was in the fire. I figured there was a way to get what I needed. I gave her the information on his discharge papers and she sent me a replacement for every medal awarded. I showed him so proudly what I had done, he said what did you that for? The medals could be like memories he didn’t want to remember. I love you gramps.


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  1. Awesome post! Your grand father was a true hero. He and others like him set the standard I tried to follow. They wrote our modern history in the blood of their sacrifice.


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