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Yesterday, I posted on my blog a photo I took on a D-Day tour of the lovely, peaceful, tranquil scene of Omaha Beach as it appeared in the Summer of 2019, as a brief commemoration of this day which began, with horrible loss of life and immeasurable injuries, the destruction of the Nazi war machine. It can be accessed here. I would like to add two items that struck me as most important to a fuller appreciation of what those Crusaders were subjected to in those critical hours for the survival of Western Civilization.
Before those items, which I will copy out in their entirety in view of what I see as their importance, I happened upon this quote from one who survived D-Day which, of all the millions and millions of words written about that day of horrors and death, very possibly hit me as hard as anything I have read. It appears at p. 423 of the Illustrated Edition of Stephen Ambrose’s book “D-Day”: