This was one of the most moving days of my life. Visiting the Caen Memorial, Omaha beach and the para-trooper cliffs in Normandy was extremely emotional. It is all so quiet. No sound except the sound of the surf below. Maintenance people were using clippers to trim the grass, no lawn mowers (Kentucky blue grass fescue only for our brave) and white crosses for as far as you could see. The President had just been there the week before and there were quite a large number of visitors. This year marked the 65th anniversary.
Savannah and I had the honor of meeting a veteran from California who had been awarded the purple heart in WWII at Normandy and proudly displayed it on his jacket. He said his job was to get to the mines and rip the interiors out before they had time to explode. He had been wounded with shrapnel three times. This was his 7th visit since the war. He is living history.
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