The D-Day operation, on this day in history, June 6, 1944, was the largest amphibious invasion in military history as Allied troops assaulted the beaches of Normandy, France.
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Take a moment today to remember this day in history and the great sacrifice made by those who died.
Wife and I took a WWII themed vacation over to England and France before COVID hit. One of the moments of that trip that stood out to me is standing at the waters edge on the beaches of Normandy and looking back towards land. How in the hell anyone got off of that beach alive still amazes me.
The whole area around there is amazing! The 16” shell craters still around Point du Hoc, Utah beach, St. Marie du Mont, St Mere Eglise (with the dummy paratroop still hanging from the church) & the protected front beach observation structure (used on The Longest Day) & so much more. My understanding on Omaha Beach was that the beaches at low tide were much further out also.
You think about all those men & indeed is incredible that anyone made it across those flats at Omaha. They have that monument at shores edge also & when I was there had taken an American Flag, had it out flying in the breeze people stopped and bowed their head & others saluted. Incredible, solemn & brought me to tears.
Hard to believe that after 4-years of preparation “Festung Europa” was breached & doomed by the end of D-Day.
When I go to Europe on business, will always take a weekend plus a few days to drive around all these battlefields. The Battle of the Bulge area is also incredible when one gets the chance to roam around the Belgians still are amazingly grateful & nearly every town from the Schnee eifel to Bastogne & beyond incredible.
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn nor screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.
Rest on embalmed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep shall here tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her records keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanquished ago has flown,
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor Time's remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
NEVER FORGET!
