Oh my, the days of several printings of the paper, the morning edition, and the closer you were to Boston, you could get 2-3 versions of that, an afternoon edition, and the evening editions, the last one being marked Late, IIRR.
msalvetti wrote:
Last year cleaning out my parents' house, we came across this:
I can read accounts and watch the movies, but handling this crumbling piece of newsprint is an emotional experience. It was there, and my grandmother and my Mom would have held and read this when the outcome of the invasion was far from certain.
And a reminder of how much was going on all over the world, the big news from the day before was the liberation of Rome.
JWilsonphoto wrote:
Hi Nick! Funny what a photograph can bring back to one's memory. Looking at your image I can insatnatlky smell the oil/100LL mix wafting by me as I pull the covers and the clean kit bottle. The anticipation, the adrenaline, it's all there in that one vignette.............wonderful!
Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together?
Ok, I mentioned a sunset that happened back on the 5th. The only camera I had with me was my phone, I had thought about bringing a big camera with me, but I was just going to see a movie and figured, NAHHHHHHHH...
So shot with iPhone 8 Plus
These three shot at the end of the base runway, the runway lights were flipped on while I was there. No planes came in though.
Not the sharpest shots but I think these are special, from the 75th anniversary of D-Day commemoration at the National D-Day Memorial in Bedford, Virginia. About 100 WWII vets were present, Vice President Pence gave a very respectful speech. The second shot was the Heritage Flight (F-22, F-35, F-16 and P-51.
Ok, I mentioned a sunset that happened back on the 5th. The only camera I had with me was my phone, I had thought about bringing a big camera with me, but I was just going to see a movie and figured, NAHHHHHHHH...
Sheila's Dad and Mom at rest, CPO Edmund Stephen Joseph Coffey, "Three years 11 months and sixteen days in the combat zone.........." aboard the USS Alabama.
I've missed you all and hope to get active again soon... a short visit today is a reminder of the great members here. So many great posts I need a "Like" shortcut.
A British Sailor who was 15 when he sailed to Normandy on D Day composed and recorded a remarkable song which is at the top of the charts in Britain.
I'm never too sure about that, given what they do now. One visit out to the cemetery, I happened to catch the honor guard as they were waiting for the funeral to arrive, and started chatting with them. The bugler told me about the ceremonial bugle.
When I planned my husband's funeral, I only knew about them playing a CD of Taps, and a musician friend of mine arranged for a high school student from the school of the arts here to play Taps. Should there be a chip in the playing, that was fine with me, I wanted it live, and with human frailties, as it should be.
Got the opportunity to see the B-24A Liberator "Diamond Lil" and B-29 "FIFI" in Chattanooga a couple of weeks ago. Both aircraft are one of two each still flying.
Unfortunately, didn't get there in time to see either in the air. So, just a few static shots.
While there, had the honor to speak with a WWII Veteran who flew in B-17's. Always an honor - not too many left.
It is tragic that between the military cutbacks and our changing culture ceremonies honoring our nations heroes has been so degraded.
Even worse: a D Day TV commentator said 'great stories were missing all the high ranking officers are long gone.'
Not so: here's a personal illustration of why ...
My wife's father was a Navy veteran and when he died almost 20 years ago the funeral cutbacks were already the norm. When the funeral director said the Navy wasn't clear on coming it was time for a little chat with the Special Services OD.
"Yes Sir --- I see your Father in Law was in World War II --- and we would like to be able to have full services for everyone who served but the ... ah, Yes Sir, uh ... I'd be happy to take a minute to listen ..."
Sir, My Father in Law was a Chief Petty Officer in the United States Navy. He enlisted in the Philippine Islands in 1941 and was assigned to the USS Vega, a sea going tug.
As the Japanese attacked Manila the Vega began supply runs to Corregidor. They continued under increasing land and sea attack until it was clear they could not return to Manila. At that point they could turn to the open sea in hopes of getting out of the immediate combat zone and eventually save the valuable tug and crew.
Instead they went back to Corregidor, stripped the boat ... scuttled her and swam ashore.
John reported to the 4th Marine Regiment and fought until the surrender, when he and his two brothers who were also on the Vega were marched to Bilibid Prison under the same brutal conditions as the Bataan Death March. He carried one brother most of the way because Japanese guards bayoneted stragglers. Later he was loaded on a "Hell Ship" for transfer to a Japanese POW camp.
Their ship was in the convoy that was accidentally attacked by USS Paddle killing over 600 POW's. His ship was not hit and he served out the rest of the war in a brutal camp outside Nagasaki.
At wars end he was sent to New Orleans. married, started a family ... and in the fullness of time I married his eldest daughter.
Senior Navy Officers accompanied a full Honor Detail for the funeral of a CPO.
Back from Normandy what a experience and what a madhouse sooo busy my C47 drop shot's ain't that good so here's one from Sainte-Mère-Église with a lot of reenactment troops on the ground complete with running Sherman's even some Germans were there pretty cool....
