An old Marine rode with his daughter in her car as she brought the 92 year old man back up the hill from a doctor's appointment this afternoon. He was remembering. He mentioned that this coming Sunday was Easter and that it fell on April 1st. The same date for Easter Sunday 73 years ago. The day he drove an amphibious tractor up onto the beaches of Okinawa and he and his fellow Marines fought their way on shore. It was his fifth major beach head landing in the Pacific in World War Two. Fifty nine days later my father in law turned twenty years old.
How many of us remembered?
edit: I typed the above note on March 27th after Julie relayed the story to me. Now the sad update -
This turned out to be the last story he shared with his daughter. The old Marine passed away Easter morning on the 73rd anniversary of that great last battle in the Pacific. Semper Fi, sir.
How many of us remembered?
edit: I typed the above note on March 27th after Julie relayed the story to me. Now the sad update -
This turned out to be the last story he shared with his daughter. The old Marine passed away Easter morning on the 73rd anniversary of that great last battle in the Pacific. Semper Fi, sir.