D-Day: June 6, 1944

Karma Pinned.


We must not forget or we are doomed to repeat.

We are losing our WWII vets quickly. Not many left.

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And Obama's take on DDAY

[link to www.whitehousedossier.com]


Disgraceful. To say the least.

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If you think that is what WWII was about....then you are THE POSTER CHILD for the education problem in the USA.

My uncle Robert participated in the D-Day invasion. He was a giant of a man, six feet seven inches tall. He was the only member of his landing craft to survive the landing.

He lost his mind in the fighting. In and out of army hospitals for the rest of his life. When he'd get "better" he'd be released and would spend time at our house. Very gentle man when he was "better".

I recall one day in 1961 when I came home from school, asked mom "Where's Uncle Robert" and she told me how around noon he'd become convinced that the Germans had taken the town (we lived in Vermont....) and went running off into the forest. My dad, my aunt, and the chief of police went into the woods to find him, did, and convinced him that the Germans had retreated. Back to the army hospital for Uncle Robert.

Eventually, he just stayed in the army hospital, VA hospitals. In the 1970's he was living in one in Maine and sent my mother a letter. He said that he'd been sitting in a rocking-chair watching the sunset, and Jesus had come up and put a hand on his shoulder. He wrote that that was the first time since the war that he'd felt at peace. He died shortly thereafter.

I think of Uncle Robert often, and especially on June 6.

I have taught high school for the last ten years...and I am sad to say it, but you're right.

This is actually my last year teaching...I've had enough.

sorry americans but D-Day is not the crucial turn of WWII, its Stalingrad. Im not trying to underestimate your sacrifice but D-day impact on WWII is overvalued. Ill sure give you a round of applause but a much bigger one to the Soviet people.

I do -- big time -- and I know that the majority of World War II was fought in Russia. Keep in mind too, however, that a lot of Russia's war effort was kept going by money and supplies from the United States.

Why haven't I seen a single thread here today in commemoration of today's D-Day anniversary?

This is an important anniversary and without the sacrifices made that day, we wouldn't be able to be here today and discuss what we do daily.

Let's give a round of applause to those who sacrificed for us all 68 years ago today.

if hitler wanted, he could have snuffed that out, no bother.

if hitler wanted, he'd have released the panzers on them once they landed, but he waited far too long

if hitler wanted, he'd have over run the UK, and the 'few' would have been mere mozzies buzzing around the monster's head.

ww2 was a giant mindfuck, just like ww3 will be

imho

Why haven't I seen a single thread here today in commemoration of today's D-Day anniversary?

This is an important anniversary and without the sacrifices made that day, we wouldn't be able to be here today and discuss what we do daily.

Let's give a round of applause to those who sacrificed for us all 68 years ago today.

My uncle Robert participated in the D-Day invasion. He was a giant of a man, six feet seven inches tall. He was the only member of his landing craft to survive the landing.

He lost his mind in the fighting. In and out of army hospitals for the rest of his life. When he'd get "better" he'd be released and would spend time at our house. Very gentle man when he was "better".

I recall one day in 1961 when I came home from school, asked mom "Where's Uncle Robert" and she told me how around noon he'd become convinced that the Germans had taken the town (we lived in Vermont....) and went running off into the forest. My dad, my aunt, and the chief of police went into the woods to find him, did, and convinced him that the Germans had retreated. Back to the army hospital for Uncle Robert.

Eventually, he just stayed in the army hospital, VA hospitals. In the 1970's he was living in one in Maine and sent my mother a letter. He said that he'd been sitting in a rocking-chair watching the sunset, and Jesus had come up and put a hand on his shoulder. He wrote that that was the first time since the war that he'd felt at peace. He died shortly thereafter.

I think of Uncle Robert often, and especially on June 6.

My uncle Robert participated in the D-Day invasion. He was a giant of a man, six feet seven inches tall. He was the only member of his landing craft to survive the landing.

He lost his mind in the fighting. In and out of army hospitals for the rest of his life. When he'd get "better" he'd be released and would spend time at our house. Very gentle man when he was "better".

I recall one day in 1961 when I came home from school, asked mom "Where's Uncle Robert" and she told me how around noon he'd become convinced that the Germans had taken the town (we lived in Vermont....) and went running off into the forest. My dad, my aunt, and the chief of police went into the woods to find him, did, and convinced him that the Germans had retreated. Back to the army hospital for Uncle Robert.

Eventually, he just stayed in the army hospital, VA hospitals. In the 1970's he was living in one in Maine and sent my mother a letter. He said that he'd been sitting in a rocking-chair watching the sunset, and Jesus had come up and put a hand on his shoulder. He wrote that that was the first time since the war that he'd felt at peace. He died shortly thereafter.

I think of Uncle Robert often, and especially on June 6.