Your father made you quit school in the middle of the eighth grade, to work in the cotton fields. But farming was becoming increasingly unprofitable in the 1920’s. Soon, everyone in your family looked for some other way to earn a living.
As car ownership spread, you saw the increasing demand for auto repair services, so you and one of your brothers taught yourselves how to fix Model T’s and keep them on the road.Â
When World War II came, you were not eager to join the army, but you knew the danger our country faced. When Uncle Sam called, you did your duty. Soon, the Army discovered your mechanical skill and put it to good use. After D-Day, as the Army moved across France and into Germany, you and your platoon followed just behind the front lines, repairing the tanks, keeping the trucks on the road, and making sure the jeeps remained serviceable.
You understood that, whatever the personal cost and sacrifice, we had to defeat the Nazis.
In a time of danger and crisis, you did what you had to do, to defend our country and our way of life, and to make sure I grew up in a free society.
Well done, Sgt. Robert J. Davis, and thank you.
On this Memorial Day, we remember.
Facing MAGA 