Please take a second to remember that 18 year old kid who was in one of the ships coming into Omaha Beach. Remember how seasick he was from the horrible turbulence that day, remember how they opened the ship ‘doors’ and were shot dead, either him or the guy in front of him. If he made it, he knew he’d have to jump in to take the beach, like a salmon swimming against a river of bullets. He jumped in past his buddy drowning in sea water and the blood of hundreds of others. He was scared to death but had adrenalin pumping through his body. He was in it, finally in it, why he’d enlisted as soon as he was old enough, though he’d wanted to go when Pearl Harbor was hit.
He probably didn’t make it, but maybe he did.
Think of the kids who never did, the thousands who died. Just think about how they never had Thanksgiving dinner at home with their families again, never helped with the lights on the Christmas tree ever again, never had a burger and a Coke again, never had his dog jump into his arms again, never got to college, never saw his friends again, never had sex.
Remember D Day and the AMAZING things those boys did that day.
God bless them all.