Yesterday, November 8, 2014, my father in law went to be with his Lord and Savior. He was a true hero in many ways. He was a lifelong dairy farmer whose farming career was interrupted by military service. He was drafted into the army in May 1941 for a 1 year enlistment. When the war broke out that enlistment was changed to "for the duration". He saw action with Company C, 117th Regiment, 29th Division and was on Omaha Beach on D Day. One of only 9 men from his platoon to reach the beach, he went from PFC to Squad Sgt that day and fought across Normandy being one of the first Allied soldiers to enter St. Lo when it fell on July 18, 1944. He continued on to the Battle of Falaise where he was wounded in a German counterattack on August 16, 1944. After being taken to an aid station, that position was overrun and he received more serious wounds that rendered him unconscious. He was evacuated to a hospital in London where he regained consciousness two days later. Following recovery from his wounds, he spent the rest of the war guarding and supervising work details of German POWs. Following the war he returned to SC PA, married his sweetheart, farmed and raised a family. In 1963 he welcomed this 15 year old boy who was pursuing his oldest daughter. Over the next 51 years he taught me a lot about being a man, husband, father and grandfather. I will miss you Pap.
In a fitting tribute, he will be buried on Tuesday, Veterans Day, with full military honors.
Youth and enthusiasm will always be overcome by age and treachery.