I was nowhere during that time. I am just a lad of 58 years, now. I have a dear frind who is near death as I write this. He has told me often of his landing on Normandy beach and crawling on his belly most of the way to Berlin. He tells of the terribly cold Christmas during his stay in the Ardenne Forest and the subsequent help from Patton's 3rd Army. He tells of approaching a small town and, having had no rations for three days, was glad to find some canned pears in an old barn.

I honor those of his day and appreciate all they have given. I don't have a vintage rifle, with which to salute, so I will offer up sincere prayers for the many souls lost during that day.

Regards,
Charles

Teach a child to hunt, but first teach them to be safe....safe hunting cements fond memories.