Never knew how cool my dad was until he entertained my college roomates and dorm residents with his stories of the shenanigans in Normandy and either Belgium or Holland (I forget).
First hand accounts of "hot-foots," V2 rockets, strafing aircraft, etc. But mostly accounts of how the men razzed each other for entertainment. His fondest stories were of those where his officers intervened on the behalf of their men (knowing the rambunctious nature of the men) they dismissed any accusation that their men were capable of any such wrong doing (yeah, right

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