My father was one of the Marines in the first wave landing on Tarawa. He was shot by a sniper on day 2 and was never the same again. He was shot in the back, through a lung, out his chest and through his upper right arm. What a price that generation paid for our freedom. He went into the Marines weighing over 200 lbs. He passed away this last year at 80 years old. The damage done to his nerves, and the medications he required because of his wounds never allowed him to be calm or peaceful. He is finally at peace and I thank him and everyone like him for their dedication to their country.
My fathers name was Edwin James Davis. He was from Detroit.