Tomorrow is the 67th anniversary of the landings at Normandy during World War II.
My dad came ashore at Omaha Beach. Proceeded to fight his way across Europe and into Germany up to the end of the war. He was one of the lucky ones, he came home.
Not so lucky in that for nine months he was a Graves Registration Officer, the most brutal, sad, frightening work he ever had to do as he said to me (only once) in later years.
Years later I would be blessed to get to Omaha Beach with my father on a family trip. It was one of the most moving places I have ever visited. Truly overwhelming.
At times like this ….. I really miss my dad!
Onward To Our Past,