They may walk by my house and wonder why the flag is flying there today. They'll check and remember that today is June 6. And they may wonder to themselves "What's so special about today?"
A few may ask me if they see me working in the yard or washing my car.
It's been a long time since June 6, 1944. Seventy-one years. I was just a 5-year old kid then, but I remember the adults anxiously listening to their radios and buying and reading the newspapers.
The greatest amphibious assault ever undertaken was launched on this day. American, British and Canadian forces, combined with exiled soldiers from occupied nations, stormed the beaches of German-occupied Normandy, France. It was called D-Day. Thousands of men lost their lives, and many more were grievously wounded. If you want to get an inkling of how it was, fire up your DVD player and re-view the first few minutes of "Saving Private Ryan." It was pure hell, and the outcome was in in doubt for a long time.
But we overcame the Germans who bastioned Fortress Europe, and it was the beginning of the end for Adolf Hitler and his Nazi government. From the beaches of Normandy, we took the battle to the German homeland, and ultimately prevailed, together with our (then) ally, the Soviet Union, who invaded from the East.
So, today I fly the flag. And I remember. God bless all who were there. God save the souls of the fallen and keep safe those who survived as honored members of the Greatest Generation. We may never see their like again.
You might want to pause a moment in homage to those brave men. We must never forget.
John
A few may ask me if they see me working in the yard or washing my car.
It's been a long time since June 6, 1944. Seventy-one years. I was just a 5-year old kid then, but I remember the adults anxiously listening to their radios and buying and reading the newspapers.
The greatest amphibious assault ever undertaken was launched on this day. American, British and Canadian forces, combined with exiled soldiers from occupied nations, stormed the beaches of German-occupied Normandy, France. It was called D-Day. Thousands of men lost their lives, and many more were grievously wounded. If you want to get an inkling of how it was, fire up your DVD player and re-view the first few minutes of "Saving Private Ryan." It was pure hell, and the outcome was in in doubt for a long time.
But we overcame the Germans who bastioned Fortress Europe, and it was the beginning of the end for Adolf Hitler and his Nazi government. From the beaches of Normandy, we took the battle to the German homeland, and ultimately prevailed, together with our (then) ally, the Soviet Union, who invaded from the East.
So, today I fly the flag. And I remember. God bless all who were there. God save the souls of the fallen and keep safe those who survived as honored members of the Greatest Generation. We may never see their like again.
You might want to pause a moment in homage to those brave men. We must never forget.
John
