I just took a trip to Normandy, France last week. In case any of you a-holes were wondering why I was so quiet for a while.
Oh my Lord if that wasn't quite the tour. We visited all of the beaches, yep...Omaha, Utah, Juno, Sword, and Gold. Toured the respective museums and remaining German fortifications. Also visited with some of the locals.
Two things that come to mind:
1. As my stepfather, another vet from New Town, and I were lunching in a small park across the street from the church in Sainte Mere Eglise where a parachute and mannequin still hang in honor of John Steele, we were approached by a French couple from Lyonne (sp) who profusely thanked us for not only the US having liberated them from the Nazis, but for our service in the U.S. military. That's what I call a very humbling experience.
2. Another vet on the tour has a relative buried in an American cemetery at Normandy. I'll paraphrase his experience as he shared with me. The young French gal who works at the visitors center and helps Americans locate the graves of their kin told him what her grandfather and father beat into her head. "You must always remember what these Americans did for us, don't ever forget"! I could tell he too was very moved by the whole experience of visiting his kin's grave and the thankfulness of that young French gal.
Not a cheap trip but it was one of the most moving experiences of my life.
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Note, I also got a brief moment to meet with a D-Day vet while at the American Cemetery. There are a few that make it there every year, and you could see the flood of emotions in his eyes as that day from back when he was 18 years old is still vivid in his memory.