June 6, 2016
On May 1 we came to port in Cherbourg France. Cherbourg is located on the northern point of
the Cotentin peninsula. It was May Day, a day that the French celebrate workers’
rights and in most parts of Europe is called Labor Day. This was also the most moving tour we joined,
because we were heading to parts of Normandy Beach.
I am making blog entries of this trip chronologically and I find it
interesting that today, June 6, I am writing about our tour to Omaha
Beach. The name of our tour…Bloody Omaha
Beach. Seventy two years ago today, on D-Day, scores
of US infantry plowed ashore on Omaha Beach to begin the process of freeing France from German occupation. We visited
museums and memorials and I had a good dose of World War II history. None of the sites visited was more touching
and emotionally charged as actually being in the American military cemetery and on
the beach.
There is no need for me to review the history of D Day. We have read about it and have seen movies and
documentaries about it. Some of us have
relatives who were there, some who are still living and many who don’t tell us
much about their experiences…because it was so terrifying it has been secured
in a safe place in the veterans minds.
Arromanches-les-Baines |
Remnants of the floating port in Arromanches-les-Baines |
The American Cemetery at Omaha Beach
Spirit of American Youth Rising From The Waves |
A small portion of the American Cemetery |
No words can convey the feelings that I experienced while at the American Cemetery at Omaha Beach. The white crosses go on forever. It is a visually stunning, emotionally charged place. Walking through here, my heart ached for those infantry who were given the task of taking the beach and moving forward into France. The cemetery contains the graves of over 9,000 military dead, most of whom lost their lives in the D-Day landings and the ensuing operations. During our walk through the cemetery, we observed numerous small groups, with flowers, searching for the cross of their loved one. I could not help but pray...for their souls, for their families left behind and to be thankful for their genuinely brave execution of orders.
Omaha Beach stretches out for 8 kilometers |
A view of Omaha Beach from the American Cemetery |
Les Braves War Memorial on Omaha Beach |
A lone headstone adjacent to Omaha Beach marks the site of the first American Cemetery in World War II |
Rapeseed plants, used for feeding livestock and for the production of canola oil, are resplendent in their yellow haze |
Military debris in a field in the Normandy countryside |
My heartfelt thanks to those infantry who literally changed the course of the war. Without their dogged determination, there is no telling what the world would be like today.
My thanks to Gene Hendricks for sharing his photos with me. Some of pictures are Gene's, some are mine. It all works out.
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