re: Relatives that served in World War 2

My grandfather went in on one of the later, less-intense waves on Utah Beach. He was a lieutenant and then captain of a mortar whatever (sorry, I don't know the proper lingo. Battalion? Company?). He fought across France, then through Belgium, and then on in to Germany. He stuck around for a year in Germany after the war. He was a hell of a man. I share his name as the III'd. It's an honor to have his name. Not just for the war, but for many reasons.

I remember he would drink the worlds hottest coffee right off the pot because he said he learned to do it on those cold, Belgian nights.

His photo album is haunting. He documented and photographed the atrocities of the Holocaust when he was part of a small squad that stumbled upon a work camp that the Germans had just abandoned. I imagine it similar to the Band of Brothers scene when they find the camp.

Granddad is the one on the left. Here's to you, old man. He'd be 103.