A Little Piece of America

 

I’ve been lucky enough to have seen a lot of our world.

Raised as a boy in SE Asia.

Worked throughout Europe, Asia and all over the United States.

Visited so many wonderful nations and peoples as a lover of travel.

But I have never personally visited a place that moved me more:

If feels different from other places, holy almost.

Visitors speak in hushed voices, if they speak at all.

Many, especially elderly visitors, quietly cry.

It’s hard to imagine the boys who lie beneath these perfectly aligned crosses under the immaculately manicured grass.

Their sacrifice.

Especially given what’s ascendant in our nation today.

Make no mistake: America saved France from Hitler and fascism; America saved Europe!

And I’ve spent enough time in France, have enough wonderful friends there, to know that – at least until very recently – many, many French people still express gratitude for American selflessness and courage.

It is – was – what makes America so special.

And to visit this memorial of so much pain and loss, to honor that courage, that sacrifice, will change you forever, I believe.

Go, if you can.