I was born in Frankfurt, Germany (WEST Germany, to be exact!) and then we went back there, this time to Heidelberg, about '69 - '72. This time, dad and I took a couple of days to go see Normandy, and areas nearby where he fought. That was a life shaping trip, from the middle aged French gal that thinks she remembers dad's unit when they came through, to his visit with his buddy, Walter Grassell, Point Du Hoc, The Utah Beach Museum. Things were different back in the early 70's, heck, dad wanted to take me to the sub pens at Brest, but we couldn't go because they were still war damaged. And it was pretty fresh in his mind I guess, back then.