I was doing a story about a local high school's remembrance of D-Day on the 60th anniversary and I came across a guy with some military stuff on his jacket denoting that he was a WWII vet - maybe it was a hat. I asked him where he was on D-Day. He said he was flying over the English Channel with the 506th. It was Don, who was part of the oral history project. Unassuming, gracious and just a decent man. RIP Sgt. Malarky. Thank you for your service. Thank you for allowing all of us a chance to gain a better appreciation for what you and your brothers - and all WWII vets -did for us.
Cool story, Dan. I always wanted to go to Philly, find Babe Heffron's and Wild Bill Guarnere's local hangout and buy them a beer. No "Tell me a story," no handshake required. Just wanted to buy a round and nod from a distance.