6 June 1944
Originally published June 6, 2010.
My parents had some good friends – the Millers. One Thanksgiving they invited us to their house but I chose to have Thanksgiving at my girl friends house.
My mother said that “Dusty” Miller, for the first time over the table, told of his experiences at D-Day.
He was in the 2nd wave . Saw his friend right next to him shot. Said that as far as worrying about it “It was always going to be the other guy”.
I suspect that was the mindset of a lot of the guys – to keep your sanity.
My mother visited Normandy and said the other night she still can’t believe how those Rangers scaled those cliffs.
The Millers – both of them – are long gone – and I wish I had been there.
How strange that while we honor those who gave all for our futures on this date, I also think of our dear Lex – gone 3 months today.
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