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June 06, 2012



Thank you for sharing your father's story, Norman. It is interesting that you are the second A.B. blogger who has a war story to tell about his father. Omar chronicled his dad's experiences in the liberation war of Bangladesh some time ago. His father's story was less about heroic encounters but more about the betrayal he witnessed. It is good that you were able to accompany your dad when he revisited the scene of the battle that must have defined his youth and subsequent life in a major way.

Well, as long as we have wars we will have soldiers who tell their war stories to their children and some of them will write about them. Then there are those who shirk the opportunity to serve in real battles but fulfill their uniform fetish in less honorable ways.

Norman, a wonderful/horrific story. Thanks so much for sharing it with us. Your portrayal of your Father's comments concerning those that he killed are pretty typical of the WWII vets I've talked to (primarily uncles who survived MacArthur's Campaign in the Pacific). In fact, they're pretty typical of most of the vets from various wars that I've talked to.

Again, thanks.


A wonderful story, Norman. Once more, my condolences on the death of your father. I know he would be thrilled you are creating an archive of these stories of his finest hours.

@ Don,

When I look back at the vets I've known and the wars we've fought in my life time, our soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines have always done what we asked them to do. For the most part, they believed that our leaders were honest with them and would not ask for their sacrifice if it were not needed. For themselves they did not need parades. Rather, they needed to be assured and reassured that the death, destruction, and horrors of war that they delivered upon other peoples in other lands brought an end to evil and produced a greater good. They wanted to know that the deaths of their friends in arms, and their wounds and disabilities, were not in vain. They do not crave accolades and honors, but they do not want anyone to forget the sacrifices that went with honorable service.

I was reading a news report, last year, of a group of friends and families of Marines who lost limbs in the wars since 1989. They were conducting fund raising events to provide wheel chairs, prostheses, and related equipment for their disabled heroes. Why must the amputees, their families, and their friends devote their own time and resources to finance the necessary rehabilitation, and integration into a quality life in society? Why don't we and our politicians see this as an outrage? I have no answers, I am ashamed to say.

@ Ruchira,

I remember reading Omar's story. Thank you for reminding me.

@ Elatia,

Thank you very much. I remember the one time when you met Dad, only months before he died. You produced the most wonderful smiles on his face as the two of you talked and conversed. I will never forget the happiness you brought to him that day.

My father, Trooper Robert F. Warner of the 507 PIR, 82 Airborne, dropped into France on D-Day, June 6th, 1944, he fought in Graignes, the Bulge, and the Jump Across the Rhine on March 24th, 1945 when he was wounded in combat. According to Norman Costa, "From your father's record, he and my father trained together, shipped out together, fought together in the same battles, and returned on the same ship together for demobilization." After all this time to find this connection is very heart warming.

Trooper Robert F. Warner of the 507 PIR, 82 Airborne and his 3 brothers who were all involved in the D-Day invasion of June 6th, 1944, Hank Warner on a Navy Destroyer in the English Channel blowing up U-Boats, Bill Warner was in a wooden Coast Guard boat picking up the wounded off the shore line under machine gun fire, Army Paratrooper Robert Warner was at Graignes and LT Jim Warner was on board a hospital ship with the Army medical Core.

See link to article wriiten in Binghamton Press about these men in 2007,

@ My readers:

I only came across Bill Warner and the story of his father, Robert F. Warner, less than 24 hours ago. I was finalizing my story about my father and looking for a few more bits of information on the Internet. Bill's telling of his father's experiences with my Dad's outfit, the 507th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 82nd Airborne Division, made it clear the two of them fought along side each other in the Battle of Graignes. Paratrooper Warner died in 1975, 10 years before I became interested in my father's reunions with his fellow veterans. Otherwise, I might have met him along with the other survivors of the 507th. I can only imagine what it would have meant to him to have another chance at fellowship with his brothers in arms.

Bill sent me a copy of his father's brief service record. He and my father were, literally, in the same places and battles. Robert Warner was in a Headquarters Company with mortars and machines guns. That was my father's company, too. Dad was wounded in the Battle of the Bulge, and Warner was wounded in the Airborne invasion of the German homeland, the 'Jump Across the Rhine.'

@ Bill,

The movie, "Saving Private Ryan," was a fiction. I am without words, though, after hearing that four brothers, including your father, were involved in the Normandy Invasion. You didn't say, but I hope they all survived the War. Three of my father's brothers served in the Pacific. Uncle Charlie was a mortar man. Uncle Sal was in the Army as an electrical technician. Uncle Paul served in the Navy aboard LSTs (Landing Ship Tank). The sailors called them Large Slow Targets.

Bless them all who served, everyone one of them. Thanks so much, Bill.

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