On June 6th, 1944, a fifty-six-year-old brigadier general waded ashore at Utah Beach, walking with a cane.
He was the oldest man in the D-Day invasion, and the only general to land with the first wave at Utah Beach. He was Theodore Roosevelt Jr. — eldest son of the twenty-sixth president, a soldier who had been wounded and gassed in the trenches of the First World War a quarter-century earlier, and who had asked three times for permission to lead the assault before the Army said yes.
The currents at Utah Beach pushed the first landing craft about a mile off course. The men who came ashore looked up to find an unfamiliar shoreline and no clear plan. Roosevelt walked the beach, took his bearings against the landscape, and made a decision: they would attack from where they were. "We'll start the war from right here," he said.
Thirty-six days later, on July 12, 1944, Roosevelt died in his sleep of a heart attack in Normandy. He never made it home. His Medal of Honor was awarded posthumously — for the morning he steadied a beach full of men under fire, on terrain that was not the terrain he had been promised, and decided the war would go forward anyway.
He was the son of a man who once charged up Kettle Hill at the head of the Rough Riders. He died serving the country his father had served, in a war his father did not live to see.
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