My Granddad, Lonnie Robert Cahoon, was NOT killed in WWII but he was injured. He was scheduled to leave Britain and land in France on June 6, 1944, but when his commander realized his group had not had the appropriate amphibious training they were delayed. So his group landed 3 days later on June 8th. He said it was still pretty bad. My Granddad made it all the way to Germany. During the Battle of the Bulge his artillery unit ran out of ammunition. He and a few men took a Jeep across the enemy lines to retrieve more gunpowder. He carried the sacks of gun powder on his head and loaded the Jeep they rode in on. It wasn’t until things calmed down and he woke up one morning and couldn’t move. After several operations he regained most of his mobility. Fortunately my Granddad made it home but many did not.
Memorial Day was created to honor the Civil War dead. Today we honor all that have served and died for our country. Who knows what our country would look like without those brave men and women. All of the RTA staff thanks you.