This is my youngest daughter, standing on a beautiful stretch of beach this past summer.
But it’s not just any old beach.
It’s Omaha Beach, in Normandy, France.
The beach where my Great Uncle fought on D-Day in 1944.
It’s one thing to read about history in a book at school.
It’s quite another to watch your children climb down into 80 year old German bunkers.
To stand on that beach with your toes in the sand looking up at those bunkers and really understand, for the first time, the incredible physical disadvantage Allied troops had landing on the beach that day. It seemed to me a miracle anyone survived.
We were on a family road trip around France and only a couple hours away from Normandy.
I expected we would stop by the museum and the beach, and have a good little history lesson with our kids.
I was not expecting the emotions that overtook me when we arrived.
As we stood in the American Cemetery looking out at the graves of the 9388 soldiers buried there, most no older than my son standing next to me, I found myself overwhelmed and in tears for these men, so far from home, who never made it back to their families.
So today, I would just like to say thank you to my dad, and all who are serving, and who have served, our country.
