I was born in Paris in 1943 and was sent to Ellon, Normandy to my grandparent's house to be safe by my father. I was there on D-Day at 9-months. The stories my mother told me are hard to believe. She said she was on the road when she heard planes' as a caravan of German tanks and trucks drove by. Five, long, hours later the bombs stopped blowing up and she went back to see that her mother was OK. The caravan was nothing but charcoal. She saw a wooden box smoldering and opened it with a stick. It was full of German hand grenades. She slowly lowered the cover and walked away. Suddenly, the box blew up and we were unhurt. She was not alive to see the youtube videos of the brave pilots strafing German caravans in Normandy. Those were the ones in the P-47s doing the strafing. I returned with her and my daughter for the 50th Anniversary at Arromanches, where I went swimming until I was seven. Tears filled my eyes for the brave young men who gave their lives for the rest of us to have a free world. I could not be there for the 75th anniversary, as I suffered from a stroke. My body was in the U.S. but my heart was in Normandy. I still cry as I write this for the brave men who are still not identified and returned to their great country. GOD BLESS AMERICA.....and Great Britain and Canada...
Thanks, Jared. Mesa resident here.
I was born in Paris in 1943 and was sent to Ellon, Normandy to my grandparent's house to be safe by my father. I was there on D-Day at 9-months. The stories my mother told me are hard to believe. She said she was on the road when she heard planes' as a caravan of German tanks and trucks drove by. Five, long, hours later the bombs stopped blowing up and she went back to see that her mother was OK. The caravan was nothing but charcoal. She saw a wooden box smoldering and opened it with a stick. It was full of German hand grenades. She slowly lowered the cover and walked away. Suddenly, the box blew up and we were unhurt. She was not alive to see the youtube videos of the brave pilots strafing German caravans in Normandy. Those were the ones in the P-47s doing the strafing. I returned with her and my daughter for the 50th Anniversary at Arromanches, where I went swimming until I was seven. Tears filled my eyes for the brave young men who gave their lives for the rest of us to have a free world. I could not be there for the 75th anniversary, as I suffered from a stroke. My body was in the U.S. but my heart was in Normandy. I still cry as I write this for the brave men who are still not identified and returned to their great country. GOD BLESS AMERICA.....and Great Britain and Canada...