I was born five days before D-Day in 1944. My father was a mechanical engineer, which was a reserved occupation, so he didn't have to enlist. My mother was a housewife. She worked in a bank before marrying my father.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I stayed in the Navy until July of 1946.
I went into the Air Corps from 1943 through 1945.
I showed up in October 1946, part of an early surge that would become a great nationwide baby boom. My sister Kathy was born a year later.
It was 1943. The U.S. had already entered World War II, so I decided to join the army.
When I was a kid, my dad went to World War II. I didn't know him. I was born in '41.
The D-Day moniker wasn't invented for the Allied invasion. The same name had been attached to the date of every planned offensive of World War II. It was first coined during World War I, at the U.S. attack at the Battle of Saint-Mihiel, in France in 1918.
I was born in March 1949, a post war baby boomer.
I was born in 1954. My parents were brought up in the war years, and life was hard.
My father, a captain in the 5th Battalion of the Queen's Own Cameron Highlanders, landed in Normandy the day after D-Day.
I received my parents' permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.