June 6th 1944, O.D.my friend’s father was at Juno beach. He came back home. On the way back some young punk stole his kit bag with his medals, he was so ashamed that he never went to our Remembrance Day celebrations.
My friend asked me since I had contacts in our veteran’s affairs, if there was a way to get them back, “give me 10 minutes”. I handed him a piece of paper and told him, have this info ready.
On December 23rd 2005, a package arrived via a duty corporal, on the 25th I was working and got a call to show up at my friends place. “Dad, this is Mario, he’s the one that got your medals back”, this man looked at me with a tear in his eye, and said thanks. I said no sir “Thank You!”
On June 6th, O.D. stormed the beach in Normandy, my uncle John was born.
For some it’s just a date, for me it’s a hell of a lot more