this day is too often forgotten. Bless our soldiers and those who carry the memories. For my Grandfather, it was 8 months later at Iwo Gima where he received his wound. This grown man would wake up screaming for the rest of his life. He was in the last push there and he carried fallen comrads out and back to the boats. I asked him once to tell me about the war. He refused. He said no one would ever have those memories because he passed them on.

Yes. D-Day. May there never be need for another.