D-Day on Omaha Beach

My Grandfather, the greatest hero that I have ever come to know in my short life, landed on Omaha Beach, on June 6th 1944... which has come to be known as the longest day. He stepped into the water off of his landing craft, and a shell took out over 30 members of his platoon before he had made it 15 feet. He was 22 years old, and my Grandmother was at home, with his newborn son. She went to work for Lockheed, and I can't say that there is anything else in my family history that I am more proud of. My Pop-Pop (which I called my granddad from the point that I could talk), and my Rosie the Riviter Grammy are the two most amazing people I have ever had the privledge to love.