Ten days ago I lost my youngest brother to cancer. I had traveled back home & was with him for the 3 days prior. Tomorrow I go back home for his memorial service. Please, please, regularly get your colon screening as it can literally keep you alive - instead of dead in 8 weeks.
The largest amphibious invasion in human history began in the dark.
At dawn on June 6, 1944, nearly 7,000 vessels carrying 160,000 Allied troops closed in on the beaches of Normandy.
Through courage and sacrifice, they secured a foothold in Nazi-occupied France and began the liberation of Western Europe.
Today, we honor the heroes of D-Day.
Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord.
D-Day.
I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink.
Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended.
He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006.
His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything.
His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from.
He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss.
June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach.
In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it.
“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.”
He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach.
No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all.
That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever.
It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back.
I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison.
So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days.
Rest In Peace...
June 6, 1968: Buddy Baker crashed hard at Smoky Mountain Raceway. They loaded him onto a stretcher but forgot to latch the ambulance back door, sending Buddy rolling across the track, through traffic, and into a ditch
One of the funniest stories in NASCAR history
Character consists of many elements. Physical courage, of course, is high among them, and on this anniversary of D-Day, we rightly remember, first and foremost, that of the soldiers who stormed the beaches and scaled the cliffs of Normandy and who risked and gave their lives for us.
But we also mustn't forget the moral courage of a leader who, as shown by his remarkable draft message below, was willing to face and accept responsibility for his decisions and actions, however they may have turned out.
Examples of this kind of moral courage are sorely lacking in our nation today. As Americans, we must recommit ourselves to honor them, to encourage them—and, ourselves, to live them.
This guy is an asshole! He knows nothing about Kyle Busch or Brexton.
If he did, he would know that Brexton IS racing and has been for years. THAT is his goal, to race in the NASCAR Cup series. RCR is honoring both.
The Celtic Cross was spearheaded by Mike Carney of Winthrop, whose parents are from Donegal + Mark Porter, who grew up in Donegal, along with two Galway expatriates, John Flaherty + Peter O’Malley. They worked with #MWRA officials and local #irish groups.
On Saturday, May 25, 2019, an Irish Famine Memorial was unveiled on Deer Island in Boston Harbor, where 800+ Irish immigrants were buried between 1847-1850. After escaping hunger, disease + trauma, the refugees crossed the ocean and were confined to the quarantine station there, where they never made it to shore.
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#meetboston @MWRA_update@YourIslandPark@BostonHarborNow@34islandsboston@CardinalSean@MartyJWalsh@IPCBoston@SalDiDomenico
I re-read this story today and wanted to share it if you're interested. In 2021, when Brexton was 6, I went and hung out with the Busch family for an evening at Millbridge to watch Kyle coach him.
Free and unlocked: https://t.co/dsFMUcsFGU
I’ve covered Monaco and I’ve covered Le Mans — but nothing prepared for my first Indy 500 🤯
Some reflections on a week in Indy that brought me such joy and felt like going back to my racing roots, as well as completing my ‘Triple Crown’ 👑
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Spire Motorsports is located in the old Kyle Busch Motorsports shop - and Coca-Cola 600 winner @Daniel_Suarez says the win is no coincidence.
@KyleBusch was good to Suarez and Suarez says he wants the focus of the win to be not on him or his team but on KB.
Today, take a moment to remember all the men & women of the military who served, and their families, who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our country.
That is the true reason for Memorial Day.