All of my life I have heard about D-Day and the invasion at Normandy. Until recently, however, it was just a page in history or an event portrayed in a movie, but a few weeks ago it became something more when I actually visited some of the landing beaches.
A few feet from the shore were bunkers from which enemy troops had opened fire and there were craters remaining in the soil showing signs of battle. Suddenly, I experienced a new reality about what really happened June 6, 1944, and it gave me chills.
It so happened I was there at 3:00 in the afternoon when across the grounds came the sound of the Star Spangled Banner and Taps. I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face wanting somehow to change the pages of history that cost so much.
Driving away from the site we passed this sculpture, Les Braves, a monument to the Americans who liberated France and symbolizing hope, freedom and fraternity. While it didn’t soften my sadness, I was touched by its gentle beauty and meaning.
There is nothing pretty about war and one can only hope the effort, no matter what side, is worth it.
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