MY LIFETIME FOCUS REMAINS THE HUMANITIES. AFTER MANY YEARS OF ACADEMIC WRITING AND A TWO-YEAR LAYOFF FROM BLOGGING, I HAVE RE-KINDLED MY INTEREST IN THE NONFICTION GENRE. I ENJOY POSTING A GREAT DEAL ABOUT THE HUMAN CONDITION FROM MY PERSPECTIVE AND WELCOME ALL COMMENTS FROM READERS.
Inspired by a post from Red
Shoes Chronicles, I also decided to honor those brave Americans from D-Day responsible
for the freedom we enjoy today.
My father was in the second wave at Omaha Beach and
survived. I’m not sure how. He had already served in combat under General Omar Bradley
(whom he loved), went to Europe because of the D-Day Invasion, and was then
assigned to General George S. Patton’s 3rd Army that invaded
Northern France and Germany, where he fought in the Battle of the Bulge.
Like so many other heroes of that era, my dad was a
mild-mannered guy who simply performed his duty, and never spoke much about
it.Those soldiers were real Americans,
who believed in the ideals of our Founding Fathers.
I am deeply proud of “The Greatest Generation,” and I
sometimes get sad when I think about what we have done with the freedom so many
died to preserve. Nevertheless, I never fail to honor their memory whenever I
can, and I thank Red Shoes for reminding me.
By the way, the handsome guy in the tank above is my dad.
God Bless America.