Were they praying?
I’ve always wondered what it must have been like for our troops the night before they had to storm the beaches of Normandy.
We know it now as D-Day, June 6, 1944, and it took an almost unimaginable number of lives.
But the night before, as they tried to rest in their bunks, or early the next morning as they fought sea-sickness on the hundreds of ships that took them to their fate, what were they thinking?
How could they have found the courage to face what they faced?
Few of the survivors of World War 2 are still with us, but if you know one, or see one, thank them.
They saved our world, and they did it willingly.
That is — and always will be, to me — an amazing sacrifice.