We drove to the D-day beaches. The day was overcast and a little gray which felt appropriate.
We walked along the waters edge of the English channel on Omaha beach, and spent reverent time among the more then 10,000 crosses of white marble.
The setting is something of great beauty and intense sadness at the same time.
It’s hard to imagine how obliterated this beach was on June 6, 1944 when you see such meticulous care given to this cemetery today. The monuments, walk ways and flowers almost make a beautiful serene park, but the history in the museum, and all those crosses, remind us of the price those very young men paid here.
