Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Remember the Heroes Of D-Day:

June 6, 1944 – August 25, 1944

The Battle of Normandy was fought in 1944 between Nazi Germany in Western Europe and the invading Allied forces as part of the larger conflict of World War II. Operation Overlord was the codename for the Allied invasion of northwest Europe, which began on June 6, 1944, and ended on August 19, 1944, when the Allies crossed the River Seine.


Over sixty years later, the Normandy invasion still remains the largest seaborne invasion in history, involving almost three million troops crossing the English Channel from England\ to Normandy. Operation Neptune was the codename given to the initial assault phase of Operation Overlord; its mission, to gain a foothold on the continent, started on June 6, 1944 (commonly known as D-Day) and ended on June 30, 1944.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Normandy

14 Comments:

Anonymous bobcat said...

God Bless the troops!

1:52 PM  
Blogger VerityINK said...

Thanks, Bobcat--we have a very close relative that landed on the beach on D'Day...

2:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

God bless the D-Day vets. It was an honor for me to have known some of the men who took part in the landings. One man,Vincent Gorman, a vet I came to know, now deceased served with the 29th. Inf Div. which landed on Omaha beach,smack dab in the middle of hell. He told me, "I don't know where they get that ''storming ashore stuff'' He told me, "I laid on my stomach and crawled, it took me almost six hours to go a hundred yards''. I asked him,"That was a bad day huh Vince''? He looked away for a moment, got a little teary-eyed and said quietly "A very bad day'' But his eyes quickly brightend and he said "But we beat the bastards'' Yes Vince, you guys sure did beat the bastards. Thank you Vincent Gorman. And thank you all you other guys:-) J'Mac

3:32 PM  
Blogger VerityINK said...

It's so nice that you remember him, J'Mac!

We have an old vet we remember--Philo--who fought in Europe/landed at D-Day--he said that coming back home on the Queen Mary was a real experience. He said there were so many men aboard, they barely had space to sleep.

It was particularly memorable when they got to New York harbor and the Statue Of Liberty came into view: he said so many men ran to that side of the ship to see her that the captain had to make an emergency announcement to wait--the ship was beginning to list too far over on that side!

He said he crossed the ship by one the huge smoke stacks--it went off and the blast was so powerful (and he was so startled) it knocked him off his feet! LOL!

God Bless our troops. Gene Amole, you're my guy!

4:09 PM  
Blogger FLORIAN said...

Our vets during WWII were really the last REAL generation of REAL MEN. Greatest generation without a doubt.

4:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hola Florian!you doing old friend? J'Mac

5:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't have enough words to praise the heroes who fought and died for freedom.

batya

6:48 PM  
Blogger VerityINK said...

Not one word of any recollection or remembrance, at DU...

8:08 PM  
Anonymous z said...

every time I think of those kids being told to get out of the boats and get to shore, seeing thousands shot and killed ahead of them as they moved forward, I could cry at their courage. you'd have to BLOW my knuckles off before I let go of the side of that boat, believe me..I'll admit it.

I've been to Normandy and paid homage.......what a beautiful bunch of kids America raised then. They sacrificed their lives for us. I just wish this country will live up to that great honor again. I hope so.
z

10:32 PM  
Anonymous catfleas said...

God Bless our troops then, and God Bless our troops now! They are the the greatest part of what America is; they are the heart and soul of our freedom!

10:38 PM  
Blogger The Merry Widow said...

Both of my parents were supposed to go over; my Dad's base was socked in for 2 days so he couldn't fly combat and Mom was supposed to go over 2 days after to help set up stations for the pilots. Instead she got trench mouth and was sent home.
Dad flew his bomber over to England and Mom went over by convoy, not really safe! It was safer for Mom to travel by convoy home though!
Good morning, G*D bless and Maranatha!

tmw

3:17 AM  
Blogger VerityINK said...

TMW--Wow, your folks really have a great tradition of military service! Good on 'em!

11:34 AM  
Blogger The Merry Widow said...

Hey, Donal! Yes, Dad was AAC before it became the AF. Mom was Red Cross, they were unmarried and that's where they met, and got married! Dad flew all 82 of his bomber missions, so he stuck around to fly fighters!
They were a pair! Dad took Mom up in his P-2 and did acrobatics, they had to take out the armor and the flight seat...Dad sat on a crate and Mom sat behind him with her legs over his shoulders, jammed up against the canopy...do you think they could do that nowadays? LOL!

tmw

2:16 PM  
Blogger VerityINK said...

TMW--What a wonderful story! LOL!

6:46 PM  

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