On June 6, 1944 my now deceased husband, Warren "Doc" Roberts was a 22-year-old Army Sgt. assigned to a railroad detachment. He would say, “Ya, they put a rifle in my hands, put me on a landing craft, and told me to "go find a railroad.”
He was one of those lucky enough to have made it across Omaha Beach and into the interior where he and others did "find a railroad" to move troops and equipment across France.
Other family members were Uncles Robert Gordon Taylor, who was severely wounded in the Battle of the Bulge, and Fred William Hoppe who spent the war on a Destroyer in the South Pacific.