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Rob B.

It was in early the morning that my grandfather parachuted into Ste. Mère-Eglise.

JWebb

Geronimo!

CraigC

Was he the guy hanging from the church steeple? No wonder you have issues.

CraigC

If I were him, I'd have a word with my travel agent.

So many jokes, so little time.

JWebb

"Geronimo!" was no joke. That's the battle cry immortalized by the 82nd Airborne, heroes at the tip of D-Day spear. God bless your grandpa, Rob.

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