05 June 2008
Coming Up On The Longest Day
6 June 1944 was a short day for some and the longest day for others. I wonder if our young men have the courage and love of country to do something similar these days?
When we were celebrating the 50th anniversary of the invasion I was talking to my neighbor on a break during a dance band gig. He played 3rd trombone. I played 4th. I knew he had been a young 2nd Lt during the war and was telling him about the book I was reading which was about the strategy and tactics of the landings. I was blathering on about this and that when he quietly said, " I was there." I nearly fell off my barstool and quickly plied him with questions about this and that. He said, " I don't know. All I can remember of that day was that I followed the guy in front of me, the noise was overwhelming, and I was trying not to shit my pants!" Jack is now one of those guys lying at attention in the Vets' section of Mountview Cemetery, Billings MT. RIP.