WWII vets honored: you all know one of them

[johan_steele]

I grew up around WWII vets. A survivor of the Baatan Death March, a man who stormed ashore w/ the 1st ID in Normandy, several piots & aircrew and my best friends father was in North Africa, Sicily, Salerno & jumped into St Mere Engles. All men I looked up to and respected, all MEN.

Bart, while in the 7th grade I was introduced to a survivior of Sobibor; it was a rude awakening to just how evil man could be. The man was a German Jew and had fought at Verdun in the First War. He had been a jewler by trade and the Nazis took everything from him. When asked why they prisoners rebelled in the face of certain death his reply was: "We were going to die anyway. Better to die on our feet and give some back to the bastards." He went on after the war to live in Israel and finally retiring to the US in 1980 or so.

A combat veteran or WWI, WWII and every war of Israel up to 1980. Is it any wonder Israel survived w/ men of that caliber fighting & leading their troops?

The survivors are disappearing and worse still being forgotten. I applaud your efforts to show the horrors mankind is capable of.

[blue_zouave]

Originally Posted by ole

So******t.

That's a puzzlement. ****** is censored? Someone will have to explain how that is unacceptable.
Ole

Gotta love those filters! It's a drug of the V*i*a*g*r*a class.

Zou

[ole]

Zou: Amazing! Didn't make the connection. ****** is censored as is ****** -- the pharmaceutical of the reallly, really stupid commercials? Specious placebos?
I'll punch send and see what happens with this one.
Ole

[matthew mckeon]

If there is a group of veterans that have been exhaustively celebrated in every possible venue and medium, its the WWII vets.

[ole]

I grew up around WWII vets. A survivor of the Baatan Death March, a man who stormed ashore w/ the 1st ID in Normandy, several piots & aircrew and my best friends father was in North Africa, Sicily, Salerno & jumped into St Mere Engles. All men I looked up to and respected, all MEN.

When I was struggling to achieve majority, my mentors had been there. They said nothing. I worked one summer for an ordinary person and noted, one off day, that his body was scarred more than what might be expected. Did he talk about that? No. Did I think to ask? No. Write this down. Orrville Winterton did what his country needed.

Since that time, I've worrked with vets. One, a basket case who had been one of the Rangers who stormed the cliffs at Normandy. Another who had jumped with the 101st. And again at Arnhem. (You do not want to ask this fellow about British involvement)

That was a time that defined the meaning of American.It is my good fortune o be one.
Ole