Today, June 6, is the anniversary of that day in 1944 when the man who would become my father was among 160,000 Allied troops who landed on the beaches of Normandy in France to fight Nazi Germany. I thank him and all those others for their courage and their sacrifices. I will always be proud of him and grateful that he came home to create the life that made me.
I don’t know when or where the above photo was taken, but that’s my father in the tank. I’ve mentioned before how I often go to a Flickr photo group to look at thousands of photos of the Normandy invasion. Tonight I found this one, of a private from Kentucky (possibly a translator) with a group of German prisoners. Sometimes a picture is worth way more than a thousand words.
Those are amazing.. I especially love the pic of your dad.
I love looking at pics from WW II although I have a strange relationship with them as they are my history.. but not MY history. I’m very glad my Uncle .. the relative I was closest to .. was a translator for the british.. I think he had a better relationship with his captors…and got better treatment.. not that the allies treated any soldier badly.. but he was always fond of the british….
Also the last pic reminds me of the book Summer Of My German Soldier.
Thanks. =)
I always meant to read that book one day.
Was it the French he had you yelling obscenities to, Marika, when you were young? Love that story!
Great pics, Becky!
Thanks, Lisa. =)
Yes.. he hated the french.
How wonderful to have such photos of your father.
I wish all those old photos were in better shape, but I’m very glad I have them. Thanks.