There is a certain smell to combat; once smelled, it is never forgotten. Part of it is a harsh copper taste in the back of the mouth. 6,553 more words
This is Han. Those of you who are foolish will think of him as ‘gook,’ ‘slope,’ ‘slant’ or ‘dink.’ He is your enemy. He came over on the Chieu Hoi programme, and after he fattens himself on C-rations he will be hunting your young asses in the Ashau Valley. 417 more words
My Dad’s cousin George jumped into Normandy on D-Day, 70 years ago today.
George is the youngest son of my grandfather’s younger brother Everett. His full name is George Duncan Dwyer (Duncan is his mother’s maiden name) but his buddies in the 101st Airborne called him Doc. 582 more words
Old D-Day Story – With a Twist.
All the attention and remembrances that the 70th anniversary of the D-Day landings in France is getting recently jogged my memory about another D-Day story I uncovered 30 years ago – for the 40th anniversary of history’s biggest amphibious invasion. 678 more words