Here is a tribute to my grandfather John Sheehan, my mother’s father, whom I never knew. John fought in World War II as an Army staff sargeant. Sunday my mom showed me his ribbons for the first time (click for larger images).
He had three medal bars: yellow & green (probably a unit citation), red and white (good conduct medal), and dark green with brown, red and white stripes (European/African/Middle Eastern Campaign medal) with two stars showing he fought in two campaigns.
WWII caused many folks to meet who otherwise wouldn’t have met. One such case is my French grandmother, Gisèle Wyatt, meeting John, an American G.I. stationed in France. If it hadn’t been for the war, my Irish American grandpa would certainly never have been in France.
After the Allies liberated France, Gisèle was working as an interpreter for the French and U.S. armies. Through these connections, she and John met. They married in France, and Gisèle came to the U.S. on a war bride ship. These photos show (1) my grandma working as an interpreter and (2) my grandparents in Boulogne sur Seine, early 1946:
Gisèle’s father was a photographer and took these two photos showing the first U.S. military trucks (supply vehicles) which arrived in Boncourt, 19 August 1944 (département d’Eure-et-Loire, France):
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