It was 3 days after my mom was born.
On September 19, 1944 while he "voluntarily undertook the extremely hazardous mission of repairing frequent breaks in the communication lines of a company fiercely beset by continuous, devastating barrages of enemy machine-gun and rifle fire. Pushing his way over difficult terrain in an area heavily infested with Japanese snipers, he engaged in his vital task and, working skillfully and with tenacious determination, steadfastly continued his valiant efforts until mortally wounded by a savage burst of hostile machine-gun fire. By his fearless initiative, unfailing technical ability and cool decision in the face of fanatical opposition, Corporal [Thunderbolt] contributed materially to the success of our operation against this important Japanese stronghold, and his indomitable courage throughout a period of fierce hostilities upheld the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service. He gallantly gave his life for his country."
He served in 1st Battalion, 7th Marines, 1st Marine Division, Lewis Puller commanding.
It is he who I will 'remember' this day, though I never met him. And my mom never knew him.
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Thanks for sharing that, and thanks for remembering him and all the others who have fallen to protect what we hold dear.
God Bless
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