The Longest Day
[updated from May 30 2011
blog for The Brazil Times]
In
the Tuesday June 2, 2020 edition of The Brazil Times is the story of
World War II hero Don Huber. He was one of at least four Brazil young
men who long ago went to war and by pure coincidence all landed on
the beaches of Normandy France on June 6, 1944.
On
June 6, 1944 the Allies launched some 10,000 airplanes, 5,000 vessels
carrying 160,000 troops in the largest amphibious assault that ever,
or will ever happen in human history. Everyone knew they were
coming, no one knew where they were going. Of only one battle is it
said America lost more men, Gettysburg. And there were no computers.
In
my now 20 years living in Indiana I have had the privilege of meeting
three men who went ashore at Normandy, France in those long days of
June, 1944.
The
first was Bob Moore, who was owner-director of Moore Funeral Home
when I knew him. Bob knew everyone in and everything about Clay
County, remembered them and it all, and was always a man you could go
to learn.
His
son, Rob Moore, sent me this information about his father’s service
in France:
“Dad
was part of a large field hospital -- he worked in the lab as a lab
technician. His field hospital was sent in to Normandy the day
after the initial invasion, but hit a mine and sank. He
worked in small aid units until another field hospital could be
shipped across the Channel to Normandy. They moved across
France with the Allied forces. He ended up working in a
field hospital the U.S. Army had set-up in a large church on a hill
in Belgium. During the Battle of the Bulge, they could look out
the windows of the church and down on the road that split and went
around the hill where they watched German forces first move forward,
and then back as they retreated.”
The second man was also someone you’d never think a soldier, Norman J. Hunt, PhD. A more unassuming, gentler man it would be hard to imagine. If the simile can be borne, he is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met.
A
May 2004 article in The Brazil Times well summed up Norman Hunt,
saying in part: “Today,
Norman
Hunt,
Ph.D., a retired professor of psychology, is a man of slight build
and white hair. He is a gentleman in the old-fashioned and best sense
of the word, a gentleman made, not broken, by his D-Day experience.”
The
last man, whom I never actually met other than his presentation at a
History Society meeting, was Warren Nicosin of Easy Company, 506th
Regiment, 101st Airborne. As it is with old soldiers, vivid memory
of those long days -- slight doubt was ever that young. If you want
to know of such men, next time it is on TV watch the series called
“Band of Brothers” about Easy Company. Niscosin was among those
involved in securing Berchtesgarden, Hitler’s mountain hideaway.
He brought home a Nazi flag from “the wolf’s lair” which is on
display at the History Society Museum in Brazil.
No
one planned it. The progression of dates is a purely coincidental
product of times and people born and died generations apart. It is,
however, intriguing that Memorial Day, set aside to honor our fallen,
and D-Day, the day of the world’s greatest single battle, come in
such proximity. Maybe it is so in order to assure we not forget that
not all are men of war who live and die on the longest days; but all
who serve, serve.
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