he was forever changed, i guess. I was told that the men who were there had a fellowship with others who were there; it was not possible for those who had not seen
to share the trauma of seeing hell, i guess.
Of course, the Steven Spielberg movie Saving Private Ryan gave many in recent times a tiny hint of the meaning of D-Day.
I have letters from my grandfather to my grandmother from europe around the time of the invasion. Perhaps i will scan and post them here. It is most poignant for me amid the grand heaviness of that day's history of grace, heroism, sadness, and carnage, to ponder the lives of just two, two in love who wanted to see each other once again.
|On D-Day, |
This woman was a beauty, young and in love
and praying for the return of her love.
Read a bit here: