Mine was on quite a few beaches. He drove a landing craft in the Pacific, was at Saipan, Okinawa, Leyte Gulf, Luzon, and others, and all his life, he refused to say one word to me about his experiences.
I idolized my father, and always considered him a hero. But he never shared a single thought with me.
My Pop told very funny war stories. But about St. Mere Eglaise [his was the first ground unit in the next day] "Zero". Kept his comments on the Huertgen forest to a minimum, too. But when I was a kid, we watched "Victory at sea" faithfully every week together.
