The man in the picture is my Great Uncle, Jay H. Place. Uncle Jay, who my middle name comes from, landed on Omaha Beach mid-afternoon on D-Day, 6 JUN 1944 as a 38 year old Private. He lived to the age of 92, passing on in 1998. I used to call him my Uncle, brother, grandpa. He told me a lot of stories about his time in the Army; I sure wish that I would have recorded them. He was a member of the 29th Division and served proudly. I can't imagine making the landing as a 19 or 20 year old, let alone hitting the beach at 38. At one point, he, my Dad and and my Dad's brother were engaged in the war at the same time. I'm very proud of all three of them.
We owe such a large debt of gratitude to all of the WWII veterans. I really enjoy seeing those still living being interviewed on TV. They are all very common men who think that they just did their job. And what a job they did! Without them, I doubt that any of us would enjoy life.
Thanks to all of them and their families who supported them and who kept the country working while they were off fighting the war in Europe and the Pacific. God bless each and every one.
I thought that I had the picture correct, but if someone could turn it for me, I would appreciate it.