In memory of my father all all of those who went ashore with him on that fateful day.

I had a Uncle that splash ashore that day..He was the only survivor of his platoon and one of 27 of his company.He didn't start talking about his experiences until he was in his 70s.He said he wanted to die with a clear conscious with everybody's understanding wars should never be thought of as anything more then sanction murder approved by the warring countries..

We can't begin to imagine the hell those folks went through...

My former boss' father was there. My boss said he would never talk about it - even to them. If asked he would just walk away...

We owe each and every one of them for the lives we lead today.

Thank you for posting. My grandfathers were far from the action of D-Day (one in India supplying the British in the Far East, one in the desert of North Africa). But the sheer scale of sacrifice on the beaches of Normandy 68 years ago cannot be forgotten.


Andrew

All battles large and small have their full measure of heroism. But what happened on those beaches, in the skies, on the cliffs, and on the rocks, stands immortal. Their heroism and undaunted determination sets them forever apart.

I had three great uncles that fought, although none were at Normandy. The oldest was with the 1st Armored Division and was with the division from its initial landings in North Africa through the campaign in Italy. The second was in the Army Air Corps, 568th Bomb Squadron, 390th Bomb Group, the bombardier in the nose of a B-17 from October '43 through April '44 and his last missions were over Berlin. The third fought and died during the invasion of Leyte in the Philippines. I am fortunate enough to know as much about them as I do, and like many others the two surviving brothers never spoke of their experiences.