This little newspaper story from 1944 is short and perfunctory, but packs a wallop. Uncle Ed, who fought on the beaches of Normandy, France, and in the forests of Germany during World War II, was injured in France, patched up, and sent back to hell. That was how it went then. Uncle Ed carried that shrapnel around his whole life, and would occasionally grudgingly accommodate the cousins' pleas to see his scary calf wound.
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
Wounded -- and still fighting
This little newspaper story from 1944 is short and perfunctory, but packs a wallop. Uncle Ed, who fought on the beaches of Normandy, France, and in the forests of Germany during World War II, was injured in France, patched up, and sent back to hell. That was how it went then. Uncle Ed carried that shrapnel around his whole life, and would occasionally grudgingly accommodate the cousins' pleas to see his scary calf wound.
The year was 1944 although I had never seen this press clipping before and appreciated having the opportunity. Ed went from Normandy in June of 1944 to Germany at the warsn end in 1945.
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