Seventy-five years ago, thousands of young U.S. soldiers landed on the beaches in Normandy to free the world from the despotical, racist, maniacal rule of Hitler and the Nazis. My uncle, Bob Brandt was there that day, on LST-309 ferrying troops and equipment to Omaha Beach. I am humbled by the courage and sacrifice of all those who were part of that campaign, and, for their families who probably never had an idea of the terror. We tend to forget.
I haven’t been to Normandy and sadly, probably never will. That doesn’t prevent me from remembering, honoring, and praying that we don’t have to do that again. But, we aren’t very good at that part. This image is from Arlington National Cemetery.