Dwight D. Eisenhower's D-Day Invasion

“The supreme quality for leadership is unquestionably integrity. Without it, no real success is possible, no matter whether it is on a section gang, a football field, in an army, or in an office,” I said during the D-Day Invasion. I showed the way for those in the dark, made them feel confident about themselves. I was a president who lived from (Oct 14, 1890- Mar 28, 1969) and had many struggles and opportunities. Who am I you ask? Dwight D. Eisenhower.

Born on October 14, 1890, in a house by the railroad tracks in Denison, Texas, I spent my youth in the small farm town of Abilene, Kansas. My father, David, worked as a mechanic in a local creamery. My mother, Ida, a Mennonite, was a religious pacifist who opposed war. I did family chores, delighted in hunting and fishing and football, and eagerly read military history. In 1911, I won an appointment to West Point, where I played football until I suffered a serious knee injury. My pranks, fondness for cards and smoking, and average grades earned him little respect from his teachers. They thought that I would be a good officer, but not a great one.

During an extraordinary military career, I had done some things that few, if any, Americans had ever experienced. But I had not done

I raised Angus cattle, painted, and spent more time than ever before with my family. I entertained members of "the gang" both at Gettysburg and in Indian Wells, California, where I spent winters. I also traveled both for pleasure and to revisit the sites of past triumphs, as when I went to. Although I was out of office, I could hardly stay out of national affairs. I occasionally provided advice to President John F. Kennedy, and I consulted frequently with President Lyndon B. Johnson after LBJ committed combat troops to Vietnam. I wrote two volumes of memoirs about my White House years as well as a chatty best-seller, At Ease: Stories I Tell to