Memorial Day feature
Since 1945, April 6 has come and gone 69 times.
Leon Tulper has dreaded each and every one of them.
“Come April the 6th, I don’t want to talk to anybody,” Tulper says in the cluttered chaos of his soon-to-close place of business.
“I don’t even want to see my family, nothing. It’s like embedded, like somebody inserted something in your head that automatically on April 6, you’re through.”
April 6, 1945 was the day that Tulper, at the time a 20-year-old radioman with the 65th Infantry Division, part of Patton’s Third Army, walked alongside his comrades into a place in Germany called Ohrdruf.