Out of all of my world travels, the one trip I'll never forget was my visit to Normandy. There is no way to put my feelings into words that adequately describe what it was like to stand on those beaches and overlooking cliffs with a cemetery behind me with rows and rows of white crosses. What always sticks with me was seeing one of those crosses indicating the date of death was on June 6th, 1944. That young man hit the beach right below the location of that cross ... and never made it any further. So incredibly sad and moving.
too many never got to see the sunlight that morning. thank you for your description, Jim. It behooves us to remember...and act like we remember.
Out of all of my world travels, the one trip I'll never forget was my visit to Normandy. There is no way to put my feelings into words that adequately describe what it was like to stand on those beaches and overlooking cliffs with a cemetery behind me with rows and rows of white crosses. What always sticks with me was seeing one of those crosses indicating the date of death was on June 6th, 1944. That young man hit the beach right below the location of that cross ... and never made it any further. So incredibly sad and moving.
Your words captured the significance perfectly.