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Today is the sixth of June.
It was in early the morning that my grandfather parachuted into Ste. Mère-Eglise.
Posted by: Rob B. | June 06, 2007 at 10:55 PM
Geronimo!
Posted by: JWebb | June 06, 2007 at 11:57 PM
Was he the guy hanging from the church steeple? No wonder you have issues.
Posted by: CraigC | June 07, 2007 at 10:14 AM
If I were him, I'd have a word with my travel agent.
So many jokes, so little time.
Posted by: CraigC | June 07, 2007 at 04:10 PM
"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.
Posted by: JWebb | June 07, 2007 at 09:49 PM
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It was in early the morning that my grandfather parachuted into Ste. Mère-Eglise.
Posted by: Rob B. | June 06, 2007 at 10:55 PM
Geronimo!
Posted by: JWebb | June 06, 2007 at 11:57 PM
Was he the guy hanging from the church steeple? No wonder you have issues.
Posted by: CraigC | June 07, 2007 at 10:14 AM
If I were him, I'd have a word with my travel agent.
So many jokes, so little time.
Posted by: CraigC | June 07, 2007 at 04:10 PM
"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.
Posted by: JWebb | June 07, 2007 at 09:49 PM