For those Veterans We were Not Able to Thank

During the invasion of France, my Uncle Travis Stout was killed 2 weeks after being dropped into Normandy.  He was hit by a sniper.  He spent those two weeks living in abandoned cars.  I did some research on his company of the 82nd and found a special page in there memory.http://www.ww2-airborne.us/units/508/508_trp.html

At this time my grandmother had already passed away but my name sake aunt Rebecca Jean still survived.  I know my grandmother wondered about what he endured or the correct story of what happened to him.  After I sent in my uncle's picture to be displayed among his comrades.  My cousin Ricky Irvin did some more deep research of the men he served with.

Ricky made contact with the man that was with my uncle Travis when he was shot.  He told us of his bravery and he died right there by him.  His only surviving sister was taken to go visit this man and she got the exact story of what happened to her brother during those two weeks.  I wish my grandmother could have lived to speak with him so she would have been at peace.

It was an incredible story to have gone all those years not knowing.  I am so thankful I found this website and his comrades were contacted so my Aunt Rebecca could know of her brother Travis's bravery.  All through the years this boy Travis Stout was loved and his memory was kept alive even through we need got the privilage to meet him.

When the war started Travis was the only son of Holly and Bettie Stout, my great grandparents.  Travis kept seeing all the boys leaving and he was left behind.  He tried to sign up for anyone that would take him.  He wasn't drafted, he volunteered.  He had a flaw and couldn't seem to pass the physical because he was so flat footed.  He persistantly stayed after it.

He finally was accepted by the Army and the Paratroopers of the 82, and he was so excited to get the opportunity to serve his country.  He gave his all.  My great grandmother's only son, and he had no girl waiting at home and was never able to be a father.  I love my Uncle Bubbie so much for his patiotism and desire to serve and would not let up until he was accepted.

Just wanted to share a part of those that gave everything and didn't have to.  This is in honor of Travis Stout and very proud of the uncle I never got to meet.  Thankful my Auntie got closure about his death.  Thankful for the opportunity to post his picture and take him back into his group to once again be with those in Memorial.  God bless America.