I was roughly one and a half years old on D-Day, so obviously I don’t remember it. I have read about it, however, and now realize that it was a close thing. There was no guarantee it would succeed, and, in fact, it took weeks for the Allied forces to break out of the Normandy area.
I think the word “hero” is over used today. It does apply to those men who landed on those beaches in France. To wade ashore in the face of enemy fire and comrades dying all around you–that takes amazing courage.
The fact that this administration now will hold a Soviet-style military parade on June 14 while Commander-in-Chief Bone Spurs sits on his golden throne in review is one of the most disgusting spectacles I can imagine. How did we go from Omaha Beach to this travesty?
I remember D-Day for two reasons: I'm a an amateur student of history and World War II is of particular interest to me. (I enjoy comparing the aftermath of the Normandy landings to the Battle of Chancellorsville. But that discussion is better left to Linda!) But Darryl F. Zanuck's "The Longest Day" was the first movie my father, a WWII veteran, took me to. I was moved by scene where John Wayne playing Donald F. Trump rescues those ungrateful Canadians from annihilation by the Ukrainians!
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