Friday, January 4, 2013
September 1944 in St. something, France.
My dad, Horace Sr,. is the black haired man on the far left with the 1911 on his right hip. Every time I look at this picture I remember John the Baptist's words about Jesus, the latchet of whose shoes he was not worthy to loose. I feel that way about all these guys and I went to enough Company G reunions at Myrtle Beach with Dad to feel that way about the whole WW II Fourth Infantry Division. I think you know better than I what they went through to get to this place in September after hitting the beach under those concrete bunkers in June.
-- Horace Smith
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That's a great picture, and a heartfelt tribute to theae men Horace! My grandfather served in the USN during WWII.
ReplyDeletea heartfelt tribute to theae men Horace! My grandfather served in the USN during WWII.
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Great picture, Horace. My father's name. He was in the Naval Air Transport Service (NATS). His brother was a German POW. One uncle on my mothers side was a USMC tanker in the S PAC and another was in the Army Air Corps.
ReplyDeleteBrock has posted about my mother in law who was a WASP.
I loved the story you told about the Lt who wanted to ride on the tank...
Terry
Fla.
I loved the story you told about the Lt who wanted to ride on the tank...
DeleteThat was good.:)
I cannot express how much joy this blog has given me in letting me write about my warrior ancestors. I was kicked off FaceBook for no sensibly stated reasons but I'm sure it was from writing the kind of stuff I write here. I don't just send my kids (52, 50, and 46 years old) the things I write. I send them the whole blog page with all the comments because I am so damn proud to see my name on it. And having it coming from North Carolina merely doubles my joy and pride.
ReplyDeleteI'm seeing a new neurologist Monday, highly recommended by my cardiologist, and the infusion of meaning put into my life by the associations with Brock's Brigade in the remaining five percent of my life gives me total Serenity. I echo Cicero's words, written before the corrupt Roman politicians had him murdered.
“The best Armour of Old Age is a well spent life preceding it; a Life employed in the Pursuit of useful Knowledge, in honourable Actions and the Practice of Virtue; in which he who labours to improve himself from his Youth, will in Age reap the happiest Fruits of them; not only because these never leave a Man, not even in the extremest Old Age; but because a Conscience bearing Witness that our Life was well-spent, together with the Remembrance of past good Actions, yields an unspeakable Comfort to the Soul”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
My father and grandfathers were ideal role models. I have tried to live such as to make them proud. Fathers are essential for sons.
Well said, as usual.
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7. "To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child. For what is the worth of human life, unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history?"
Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106 B.C.-43 B.C.