"It was a travesty to see how so many young, boundless lives were forever lost on this bloody foreign beach. At the American Cemetery, I could see thousands of white crosses and Stars of David facing patriotically towards their homeland."
My retirement from the Navy wouldn't be complete without paying homage to the D-Day troops in
Normandy. Americans, British, Canadians -- it didn't matter which flag they were flying -- they stood up for unity against Nazi aggression and many fell to their gravesites on these beaches.
Over Sixty-five years later, the hilly seaside bears few scars from the dark and gray day of June 6, 1944. But on that longest day, things had turned to hell in a hurry.
I could not imagine these young soldiers jumping out of their
LCAs, crossing the slippery beach and climbing the cliff face via ropes and grappling hooks in the face of nasty fire.