Day of Days

Six years ago, Steph and I had the honor of visiting France. One of our specific destinations was the Normandy Beaches since my grandfather landed there and … well, it’s Normandy.  Too much of history is lost but something tells me this one event will not.  The most incredible thing happened when we walked into the historical area.  It was quiet.  I didn’t even hear birds chirping.  You saw people walking amongst the graves, along the paths, looking at markers, and in the background you could hear just the ocean.  I went toward the beach and just stood there where the Germans were dug in and looked at the bench the America, British, and Canadian soldiers had to cross.  I don’t think it could be done today.

It was one of those moments that cannot be forgotten.  Steph had a camera and wisely (in my opinion) loaded it with black and white film.  The first is looking from the ocean toward the shore.  The water was roughly at the same level as when the soldiers landed.  The next two don’t really require much explanation.

3 thoughts on “Day of Days

  1. My mothers brother private Albert Edward Massey of the South Wales Borderers was one of the first to die on June the sixth D.Day.He was shot in the water when wading ashore.He is buried in in Bayeux military cemetary.
    Plot XI-H.21 He was only 34years old.I think there is only me left who can remember him,a really nice man,they gave their tomorrows.


  2. Wow.

    We may have passed the cemetery during our visit to Bayeux those years ago. It’s remarkable to see just how many cemeteries are spread throughout France. It kind of drives home the impact of much the war cost.


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