My Dad died of lung cancer July of 2001. He told me shortly before he passed, "you know I'm not leaving here". Mom had told me as a kid never to ask Dad about his time overseas during the war. So I didn't, until that day. "What do you want to know?" I remember him asking me. That's when I found out he was with the Combat Engineers, assigned the duty of removing obstacles for the beach landings at Omaha. "Somehow, we were able to get to the seawall with bandoliers, some Rangers were already there. The big ships started hitting the Germans above us and men started moving up" That's all he could tell me. He talked a little about the battles for St. Lo. He called the Naval 16" rounds "Buicks". They'd hit the ground and if you had fillings in your teeth, they came out." Thanks for posting this Killdeer. Dad proudly put up his Flag every morning, and down at night. When it rained, it stayed indoors. He told me, treat it like your buddy!!! I fly mine to remember Dad and all those Veterans, some gave all!
