THE SCENE: Couldn’t be a nicer morning
F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER
WARM-O-RAMA:
Lots of on-time pax this morning! Stalled with some Michael Phelps or something while we waited on the stragglers, and did burpees in honor of Swimmies’ on-time (for him) arrival. Then it was time to get going. I read an article on the op-ed page of the New York Times ( https://www.nytimes.com/2014/06/06/opinion/memories-from-normandy.html ) that got me thinking I’d like to meet the author, who lived in Sweetwater.
THA-THANG:
Down to the CMUs. 5 rounds of Keepaway, or whatever that game is called. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot in between rounds. Team 1 won, although numerous lawsuits have been filed and the outcome will be contested until the recounts are over and the results have been certified.
Clint’s mom thought she outsmarted the US Army by sending Clint to typists school to keep him out of the draft. He was sent instead to the 82nd Airborne, 512th Glider Infantry.
There was work to do at the Cloud. Stepdowns, LBCs, Box cutters.
Jack Webb showed up…easily the least welcome guest at any workout.
Clint trained in Africa and was dropped into Italy. Fought his way past Mt Vesuvius, which he sketched in his secret and illegal diary.
Moseyed to the dock, practiced some Junk Science – like 90% of us are statistically entitled to 10 more years.
Clint Riddle got into a glider again and landed somewhere near Sainte Mere Eglise, and they fought their way into France.
Operation Overlord, our tribute to those guys. Omaha (Beach) to Paris. It’s almost a half a mile, and it’s all uphill. It is not easy.
Back to back Have a Nice Days, mosey home, ATM.
MARY:
Ain’t nobody got time for that
COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
Clinton Riddle stayed a Private until the war was over and he was finally discharged. He came home to Sweetwater, married, had kids, became a bi-vocational pastor, and started talking about his experience of war in his 90s, when he was one of the few people left to talk about them. He spent 3 hours one morning with me and my sons, telling us about every part of his time in battle. Pvt Riddle died last December. He was 98 years old.
MOLESKIN:
With gratitude to Clinton Riddle and everyone who serves selflessly. With gratitude to the men of F3.
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
I owe Jumbo breakfast – INCREDIBLE Omaha-to-Paris sprint.