Posted by Big Ron on June 06, 20 at 08:03:04:
I was a young pup fast-tracking some new leased facilities for Motorola. Frank was my field construction manager. We met at 6:00 every morning to coordinate activities. Sipping coffee, Frank started to reminisce. “A long time ago, I was just a kid drinking coffee like this getting ready to see France. Like all of my buddies, I enlisted at 17.” Tears started streaking down his face. “It’s not like the movies. There is death all around you. Guys in my squad were so torn apart I couldn’t ID them”.
A couple years later, I’m meeting with my boss at Santa Barbara Research Center and showing him my new high tech liquid crystal watch. No moving parts. This watch will last forever. Al Paul hands me his classic Elgin and points out that has a rare curved base instead of the normal flat base for the gear assembly. I asked him if it ever needed repair. “Just once”, Al replied. “Jumping out of the LST at Normandy, I wasn’t thinking about keeping my watch out of the water.” Stupid me - “Wow, you were part of the invasion. What was it like?” Al turned ashen. Then came the longest silent minute of my life. Finally Al said, “We’ll finish this review later.”
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As we lose our WWII vets, we lose our connection to the sacrifices that they made to forge this country. And history books can never depict emotional scars and burden that many of these young men and women carried for the rest of their lives.
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