"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."
Today, I paid homage to the D-Day troops in Normandy. Americans, British, Canadians.
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.
