A short post to acknowledge all who died in service to our country. God Bless. Not a holiday to say “happy”, but a day to remember those who protected us. They gave their lives so we could live ours in peace.
I especially want to thank my father, Jesse Dale Davis who served honorably in WWII as a gunner aboard B-24 Liberator bombers, especially The Red Ass that led the entire 8th Air Force from England to Normandy, France on the D-Day invasion. He was wounded during his twenty-eight bombing raids across Germany, and occupied France, and Holland. He recovered from the physical wounds. The emotional scars remained for his entire life. He provided a comfortable life for his family until his death at age 52. He covered the trauma left in his psyche with wit and humor and never talked about his wartime experiences. Thank you, Dad. I miss you daily and wish we could have talked about your war experiences.
I also want to remember and honor contemporaries who gave their lives in Vietnam – their destiny cut short. They served our country with an innocence of belief in what our leaders said was important. Both were barely 21.
Paul Michael Gregovich DOB: 6/16/46. He died on July 15, 1967, in Vietnam Quang Tin province.
Dennis Quentin Zambano DOB: 10/14/46. He died on October 15, 1967, in South Vietnam Bing Dinh Province.
And to the thousands of others who we don’t call by name, Thank You for your sacrifice.
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And to those of our classmates who died in Vietnam. My dad told he that he and your dad had many conversations about WWII. My dad was in the Army on the ground in France, Belgium, and another place I can’t remember. My dad went onto the beaches of Normandy 4 days after D-day with 180 men he led. 12 of them came out. My dad, of course, was one of them. Your dad and mine could talk about it because they shared similar experiences. Glad they could do that. I always liked your dad very much. Gone much too soon.Emilie
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I’m glad Dad could talk with George. I’m sure it was a relief for both of them to have someone to share those stories with. I wish I’d known more. It sounds like your dad did share some stories with you. That’s great.
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