My Uncle Fred served in WWII. He was a combat engineer and landed with Army Rangers on Omaha Beach. He couldn't take off his boots for 3 months and contracted a foot fungus that lasted the rest of his life. He was wounded and sent to England to recuperate.
In his mind the worst thing that happened to him was that while he recuperated most of his friends were killed when a bridge prematurely detonated. His lifetime regret is that if he was there the accident wouldn't have happened.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
I was 2 when the war ended. The Coatesville I grew up in was full of veterans of WWII. There was plenty of talk about "The War" when I was a boy. They came back, opened businesses, taught in schools, became police and judges.