. . . probably not a memory point for many here, but I’ll note today as “D Day.” My father was a paratrooper, landing behind German lines in the area of St Mére Église the night before arrival of the Allies’ sea invasion. With his Company, they secured a bridge that was vital to German troop movements between inland France & the Normandy coast, particularly Utah Beach . . . and then were instrumental in securing key control points along the coast. In renowned histories of the film. “The Longest Day,” & Tom Brokaw’s historic “The Greatest Generation,” the history of the fight of brave fighting men & women in this period is memorialized. From St Mére Église, my Dad landed in Casablanca & engaged in fighting through North Africa before returning to fight in Normandy, Holland, & Belgium as part of the largest & bloodiest battle in World War II, the “Battle of the Bulge.” He subsequently marched — with thousands of soldiers — into Paris as part of a “Liberation of Paris“ parade in August 1944. His Company bivouac’d in Paris’ Bois de Boulogne.



