“They may be older now, and grayer now, and their ranks are growing thin/ But when these men were young, these men saved the world.”
–President Bill Clinton, addressing veterans at Omaha Beach, on the 50th Anniversary of D-Day, June 6, 1994
Bloody Omaha. My dad was in the third assault wave to hit Omaha Beach, the landing beach where nothing was going according to plan, which meant he faced water red with blood and a beach filled with the bodies and body parts of the dead and the dying. Oh, yes, and constant German machine gun fire and artillery shells, and nowhere to find cover. My dad was just a farm kid from Minnesota who had never heard a shot fired in anger. But from someplace deep inside he found the courage to move forward onto that bloody beach, and that day he, and thousands of boys like him, made history.
Today is the 75th Anniversary of D-Day.
We had to put our beloved 15 year-old cocker spaniel Fiona down last Wednesday, and our hearts are broken. She was my darling baby girl and the light of my days. The house is so empty now.
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. (Irving Townsend)