101st Airborne Division

CAMP PENNSYLVANIA, Kuwait -- It was the sort of exchange old friends have a million times. "How's Coy doing?" Capt. Christopher Seifert asked. Coy is the 2-year-old son of Capt. Mark Johnson. Last week, doctors in Nashville, Tenn., implanted a pacemaker in his tiny chest. "How's Terry?" Johnson asked. The two men, both of whom were married soon after college, liked to talk about their wives. "Good," said Seifert. And the back-and-forth followed its comfortable, predictable course Saturday afternoon at the camp of the 101st Airborne Division here in the desert a few miles south of Iraq.

Sometime after midnight on June 6, 1944, men of the 101st Airborne Division jumped into the terrifying darkness that was Occupied France with parachutes on their backs, tommy-guns in their hands and the name of a 19th century Chiricahua Apache warrioSometime after midnight on June 6, 1944, men of the 101st Airborne Division jumped into the terrifying darkness that was Occupied France with parachutes on their backs, tommy-guns in their hands and the name...