My father, Donald Thornton was a twin brother to my Uncle Elliott Thornton. As tiny babies, they had been placed in shoe boxes near the warming oven in the kitchen. As grown men, they enlisted together in the military. My father was a paratrooper in Normandy and my Uncle stationed near the Pacific. They made all the local papers as being the twins who had gotten wounded in the same arm and same leg ON THE SAME DAY and eventually ended up in the same hospital. As soon as my father healed enough, he went right back in. He's my hero in so many ways. As an old man, he still had nightmares of the war and would not talk about it much. He died with shrapnel in his body.

Diane Thornton Dubuque
Fairfax, VT