Day 5 started with a very early bus ride to Normandy with a smarmy bus driver, I’ll save further descriptions of him for another post. One of the reasons I took this trip was to be able to go to Normandy. As with most memorials I have visited, nothing really prepares you and you’re surprised by what affects you and how you’re affected. There is nothing that can convey the shear number of casualties other than visiting Normandy. As I walked among the marble crosses and stars of David I began to think of my uncle who survived D-Day. He was a bomber pilot who volunteered for extra sorties beyond his assignment. While reflecting on his bravery and contribution to the war effort I was reminded of my dad who passed in March. They both led long, charmed, amazing lives. I walked, bringing them with me, feeling the weight of the place; couldn’t help but weep.
Day 5: Normandy
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