My grandpa told me stories a bout ww2. He and his cousin took part in the d-day Normandy invasion. He lived, his cousin died. I remember one story he told me a bout how he and some of the men in his company where walking down the street in one of the towns, when they where waved over by a French woman. Apparently there was a German unit coming their way. They hid in the woman?s house till the Germans left. My grandpa told me if it wasn?t for this woman, he and his friend would of walked right to the Germans and who knows what would of happend. My grandpa got to go back to Normandy one last time last year durning that big d-day event be for he passed a way. He got a purple heart during the normandy invashon. I wanted to go with him but never got a chance. He would all ways talk a bout going back one last time and he did. He was happy he did.