For the last week I’ve been doing a bunch of research about the Sicily/Italy/Aegean campaigns - I help edit/research for Phil Ward’s Raiding Forces series. Truly inspiring stuff. And truly WTF worthy sometimes when looking at command decisions that were made. Do you remember what unit/division he was in?
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"Not being able to govern events, I govern myself." - Michel De Montaigne
We visited Omaha Beach and the Normandy American Cemetery in 2018. Of course I knew the story of D Day before ever thinking about that trip, but I didn't truly grasp the magnitude of the sacrifice until I visited. None of my relations participated in the invasion, but it was a very emotional day. My family will need to go back when our kids are old enough to understand the significance of the place.
I don’t have any known relatives who were a part of D-Day operations but my paternal grandfather did lie about his age to enlist in the Canadian Army at 16 or so.
From what I’ve been told by family, he was a proud member of the Canadian Army’s Royal Highland Regiment, or Black Watch, and was gearing up for deployment to Europe when his mother (my great grandmother) dropped a dime and notified his command staff of his actual age.
He was removed from the unit and reassigned to a training role, where in a weird twist he somehow ended up with his drafted older brother under his tutelage in some forgotten capacity.
Which is selfishly fine by me as the unit he likely would have deployed with suffered a 94% casualty rate when the went up against a Panzer SS unit at the Battle of Verrières Ridge.
My great Uncle was a Lieutenant in the Super Sixth 603rd Tank Destroyer Battalion in Patton’s Third Army in a Tank Destroyer and rode across France and Germany. Silver Star 2 Bronze Stars 2PH. He never really talked to any family about what he’d seen and done. He did tell my Dad what it felt like when he was wounded.
I was going through some old family papers and found his award citation for the Silver Star and a letter he’d written home which showed his rank and unit. He wrote about liberating POWs and slave laborers and the joy on their faces when they were free. He said it made being there worth it.
I wish I’d had a chance to talk about his experiences with him. RIP Uncle Ronnie.
Just a dog chauffeur that used to hold the dumb end of the leash.
This letter was written April 25th, 1945
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Just a dog chauffeur that used to hold the dumb end of the leash.