My thoughts are scrolling backwards in time, seventy years to the day.
Through the fog of the early Normandy dawn…
…our Allied soldiers waited on rolling seas, ill and cramped…
…yet solid and ready.
As the light broke, they stormed…
…through the water that pulled at their boots…
…only to hit terra firma as bullets rained from above.
On they charged to part the mist of history that Hitler had draped over Europe, over the world…
…that darkness, seemingly irrefutable, was seared by their bright light of hope and strength.
Here are to those that fought that day and to those that were left behind. You created a new path.
Long may we remember, long may we follow.
Heather, that was stunning an very moving. I visited the actual site, but your visit was more meaningful.
On this blazing hot day here in Rome, (a place with it's own scars and remembering this week) your soft images of fog and green and silence and thoughtful words are a respite and a reminder.
Your words are exquisite and your images, so striking.
As 'mon ami' hails from Normandy (and his mother's memories if the war remain very clear), it had been a few days of watching documentaries in both English and French, and his memories if running through bunkers as a child in the 60s.
Chilling.
Merci, chere Contessa.
I am sure that your students paid their respects for this important anniversary, Emilia.
Not only you, Loree. I feel like so many people that were not actually in Europe did not know. Our press chooses such odd and irrevelant things to feature some days…