Bruce Westerman: “I thank the gentleman from Alabama (Mr. Moore) for organizing this tonight. As we reflect on 80 years since the invasion…”

“I thank the gentleman from Alabama (Mr. Moore) for organizing this tonight. As we reflect on 80 years since the invasion of D-Day, it is my honor to get to read an account from Robert Harlan Horr of Illinois. What I am about to share, it says: The following is my transcription of the D-Day-related section of my father's, Flight Officer Robert Harlan Horr's, pilot's log. I am Karen Sue Horr Burton, his only child. Invasion started. Over 80 holes in my glider. Germans were shooting many tows. Best pal Buck Jackson was killed just after releasing over enemy territory. Knocked down three times in landing. Made it okay. Could feel heat from those bullets. Mighty lucky to come out alive. Gave my pal a morphine shot to ease his pain. Stayed by him in the open field for an hour. Made him as comfortable as possible until I could get medical aid. German mortars and machine guns were taking potshots at us. I was surprised at my own coolness. I had tommy gun ready for action. Moved up with the 82nd Division. Expecting counterattack. Dug in. Plenty nervous. Waited all night but nothing happened. Got one sniper. There were snipers all over the place. I learned more in 5 minutes than the Army taught me in 2 years. Recommended for D.F.C. They can have their medals as far as I am concerned. Thought of my wife all of the time. Had her picture with me. Could hear those angels flapping their wings many times. Kept my pocket Bible with me all the time.…”