- Contributed by听
- chivalrousRob18
- People in story:听
- Frank Serama, Robert wittal
- Article ID:听
- A5831453
- Contributed on:听
- 20 September 2005
Chapter 1
Hi! My name is Robert. The person that is the alpha and the omega of this very true story is Frank Serama. He was a beloved Great-Grandfather,father, husband, and brother. This story does not take place behind enemy lines, it takes place in our own nation and in our own hearts. He was an honored man who deserves to be held in the highest regard. Anyway, I was about ten-twelve years old when Frank and I first formed a standing relationship. Before then I never really tried to get to know him. My curiosity got the best of me when I heard Frank in his bedroom having a nightmare. The next day I gathered up the balls to inquire as to what went on at normandy beach. For like five minutes he was staring into space w/o saying a word. I knew at that moment that he saw himself back there on the beach, I sat there in silence waiting for him to respond with both anticipation and patience. Finally he said "when they(the soldiers from the first wave) docked all hell broke loose in a matter of seconds. Seconds, thats all it took for some of my best friends to be wiped off the face of this earth." I remember the look in his eye when he said that... that look of fear and anguish, I could clearly see that this was tough for him to re-live. He said," why the navy didnt fire cover bombs is a mystery to me, but its because of that that I lost one of my best friends." Sometimes I myself wondered why we really went to war with germany. Was it because our allies requested help; was it because we were a so called "super power"; Or was it because we just flat out didnt like what they were doing and wanted to stop them.
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