tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216332052008-04-23T13:14:47.476-04:00Daughters of D-DayIlenenoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633205.post-1154718069542856982006-08-04T14:52:00.000-04:002006-08-04T15:01:11.160-04:00PTSD And World War III am reading The Best War Ever (1994) by Michael CC Adams about the myth regarding World War II. He points out that a societal myth has been created, especially about the American servicemen, that they all came back happy and well adjusted. Our point - exactly. The lack of understanding of PTSD left an entire generation of children feeling confused about the gap between the reality in their households and the societal myth. I only hope we don't continue to ignore the returning soldiers. Even though we now recognize and diagnose the effects of war, the support needed for the combatant and their families is sorely lacking.carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16398189058401269110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633205.post-1139353990822305352006-02-07T17:55:00.000-05:002006-02-07T18:16:34.570-05:00Making the PapersLast Sunday the Burlington County Times published an article about our project that was huge! <a href="http://www.daughtersofd-day.com/Press.htm">http://www.daughtersofd-day.com/Press.htm</a> Full page spread with lots of photos and some well written text. The strangest thing for me, of course, was looking at the front page of this thick Sunday edition newspaper and seeing my father's picture and my own in the upper corner of the front page. I've looked at the photograph a million times and for the very first time I felt it looking back at me.Ilenenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633205.post-1138542041666154382006-01-29T08:29:00.000-05:002006-01-29T08:47:35.210-05:00I really had no clue<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3545/882/1600/jb5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3545/882/320/jb5.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">When Carol and I started talking about what our fathers had done in the war and just how little we knew about it, I went into the basement and found a small box of photographs that belonged to my dad. I knew that the pictures were taken by him during the war. I had even looked through them before. As I started to sort through them and read what was written on the back of the photos I was amazed. One of the first photographs was this one: <em>Hitler's home in Berchestgarten</em>. How could I not know that he had been there and seen that? And really, that was just the beginning.<br /></span>Ilenenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633205.post-1138476536728861802006-01-28T14:24:00.000-05:002006-01-29T08:28:51.213-05:00Welcome to the Daughters of D-Day BlogWe invite all daughters and sons of World War II combat veterans to join us in a discussion about our father's war. In fact, you don't need to be a daughter or son to join in the conversation and tell us what you think. Please feel free to comment on any of the posts and to give us your perspective and feedback.Ilenenoreply@blogger.com