It was the hottest of summer days. The sun beat down on us as we paid tribute to the sacrifices of D-Day. Trying to grasp the sheer volume of what was lost on the beach that day, and realizing we really never could.
Watching T-man read the names of those who’d given their lives was a sobering reminder of this world’s reality. Many of the Bedford Boys – young men who’d died that morning, far from home and their family’s arms – were only six to ten years older than my son. Old enough to wear a uniform and wade to the shore, armed with rifles and a bible, yet so very young to be on that beach.
“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.”
– Herbert Hoover