My PC is still on its back with its disk drive in the air but hopefully Amazon will deliver a USB network adapter soon and I'll be back to normal. In the meantime, an article from 2007 when we visited the Normandy beaches.
We’re on our third day in Normandy. The weather is mixed but thankfully cooler than the south where the heat has been oppressive for several weeks. The terrain is very similar to southern
Lynn and Brian have made us most welcome, plying us with copious amounts of food and wine and have ferried us everywhere so the plan about J and me not driving up there worked – although having witnessed the rather more courteous driving style and the quiet country roads, I sometimes wish that I had taken my Alfa.
Picauville, where Brian and Lynn have their beautiful cottage is just inland from where the D-Day landings took place and although I had reservations about visiting the many seaside memorials for the invading forces, we ended up at one today. As I looked out to sea from the sand dunes still populated by German bunkers, I could almost visualise the troops storming ashore to be met by German resistance on the morning of
My reservations were based on the fact that I dislike the glorification of war and all the commercialism which generally accompanies and, in my view, trivializes the struggles of others. However, the
So as I stood there thinking of the 19 year old Private Anonymous and his comrades who were just about to be killed, I thanked them silently and in my own way for their sacrifice. Without them and the thousands of British, Canadian and French troops who stormed the