My family and I returned from France only late last night and I wanted to dash off a few thoughts about our excellent 80th Anniversary of D-Day tour.
I am exceedingly grateful to Rick Beyer and Madeline Andersone for putting together such a wonderful experience. The logistics alone are daunting, and Madeline kindly, patiently, and graciously put up with my piddling questions and requests like the good host she is. Rick tells history the way I think it should be told, as a good story first that reveals the most honorable traits to be found in men and women. I’m also very grateful to our wonderful driver Ramon who kept us safe and was so pleasant to a bus-load of demanding individuals.
I really don’t have enough superlatives to tell you how wonderful I thought everything was, especially the thoughtfulness of the wreath for the dead of the 29th Field Artillery. That made remembering my dad, who, thank God, survived the day, special.
One final thing. As we walked back from the graves at the American Cemetery on Omaha Beach to our seats for the D-Day ceremonies, fellow traveler Ben Cohen asked me what my thoughts were. I told him I couldn’t think about it too much because I quickly become overwhelmed with emotions of loss and sadness at the tremendous sacrifices those young men made for us. There simply aren’t words adequate enough to describe the flood emotions.