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Wounded soldiers, June 6th, 1944. 
The summer of 2007 I visited France, and I was in Normandy on June 6th. Later that week, I met an American Airborne veteran in the Charles de Gaulle airport. He was a medic who parachuted into France. A recent stroke left him shaky and difficult to understand, and he kept offering me cough drops.
He told a story of how he set up an aid station in a church the night before D-Day and began treating the wounded. At one point in the night German soldiers took the church, but left when they saw it was serving as a hospital. He and several other medics wound up treating both Americans and Germans. 
He told me how a mortar shell crashed through the roof and landed in the center of the church, but it was a dud, and their lives were spared. 
He wore a 101st Airborne Screaming Eagles ball cap.
  • 6 June 2013
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