1944 was a busy year. Jackie married me on June 3, D-day was June 6, and I was wounded on Peleliu in September. If I think selfishly, my wedding was the most important.
prune picker
This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
D-day Beaches
They seem so just like pretty beach towns of anywhere. There is a special feeling to beach air. But what horrible things happened here.
1944 was a busy year. Jackie married me on June 3, D-day was June 6, and I was wounded on Peleliu in September. If I think selfishly, my wedding was the most important.
1944 was a busy year. Jackie married me on June 3, D-day was June 6, and I was wounded on Peleliu in September. If I think selfishly, my wedding was the most important.
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ReplyDeleteI was off two years!
Delete1946 was the year you were going to college full time and had baby Nancy.
ReplyDeleteAlso a pretty busy year.
Mike