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Edited on Tue Jun-06-06 01:02 PM by 5thGenDemocrat
His name was Wally Stroebel and he only died, maybe, a year ago. He was quite a local celebrity and was asked about his D-Day experience every year on June 6. Interestingly enough, he ran a fine gift shop in his later years -- selling Hummel figurines and crystal and such and was a kind, sweet, gentle person. (In the picture, according to Mr Stroebel, Ike is asking him where he was from. Stroebel replied "Michigan," and Ike said "Plenty of good fishing in Michigan.") Another officer from Saginaw, Captain John GW Finke, the father of a longtime friend of mine, was the first or second American officer on Omaha Beach that morning -- leading Company "E," 2nd Battalion, 16th Infantry Regiment, 1st Infantry Division. Robert Capa, the photographer, rode to the beach in one of the four boats containing Captain Finke's company. That morning, Captain Finke went ashore with a pistol and a cane, having sprained his ankle during training exercises a week or so previously. In an interview he gave to -- I want to say the BBC, but certainly a British television network, in 1966 -- he noted that the cane came in handy to get his men off the beach, allowing him to give the soldiers a nudge or a whack as necessary. By noon of that day, every officer in the company was dead or wounded, along with a little over half the men. The captain, according to the medical report, was hit around 1130 hours and evacuated with a mangled ankle and broken forearm, wounds most likely caused by mortar shrapnel. It was his third Purple Heart of the war. Captain Finke had also been shot clean through the shoulder in North Africa, and hit in the head by a machine gun bullet in Sicily (his helmet and liner from that are still in the 1st Infantry Division's museum at Fort Benning). He'd go on to win a Distinguished Service Cross in the Rohn River crossing in November 1944 and stayed in the Army until 1963, retiring as a Lieutenant Colonel. He was also a good friend of Creighton Abrams, the namesake of the Army's main battle tank. Needless to say, I think about him every year on June 6. Not that it matters at all, but he was a lifelong Democrat, too -- and about as liberal as you could expect from a career officer born in Virginia and raised in Mississippi and Vegasack, Germany (he spoke impeccable German and very good French and Italian, too). I met him many times in his later years, and we all referred to him (and still do), invariably, as "The Colonel." John There's a lot of references to him if you Google his name. His brother, Detmar, another career officer, was regarded by those in the business as one of the 20th Century's finest illustrators of historical military uniforms. An interesting family, for sure. It is now ten days, 22 hours and 17 minutes to FUNDAY.
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