Every D-Day I am humbled by the accomplishments of those who served our great nation and their allies.  They performed what many thought was the impossible.  I am humbled by the bravery of our troops, many who lost their lives that day.   I am humbled by those who served on the home front by sacrificing those daily comforts that we who came after them accept as routine necessities.

How could the Allied Forces get that many men, that many vehicles, that many supplies and support services across the English channel to begin the nearly year-long trek towards victory?   The risk involved seems almost insurmountable.

I am also humbled by the fact that my parents were married on June 6, 1942.  They were practically newlyweds on D-Day, and certainly not together on their second anniversary.  That war separated couples across this nation.  The sacrifices that were made for freedom are probably something those of us alive post WWII will never know or understand completely.  Little did those folks know the life-altering changes that would have to be made on December 7 1941 when the United States was savagely drawn into the world war.  No one knew how disrupted lives would be nor how many boys would simply not come home.

One day in the very near future, there will be no one left from the Greatest Generation.  Most of those who served and are still alive are in their 90’s.   I feel a great sadness as the curtain slowly  closes on those from that era.  In many respects we owe our lives and freedom to them.  Their accomplishments will live on and remain as a great source of national pride for as long as this nation stands.

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5 Thoughts to “D-Day: June 6, 1944”

  1. George S. Harris

    I was almost 11 when D-Day occurred; however, 71 years later I still remember it. It wasn’t long before newsreels showed up in theaters showing just how terrible that day was. Each time I see a veteran from WWII, I try to take time to say something to them just for the very reason you mentioned Moon, soon there won’t be any of them left. The Greatest Generation was just that-the Greatest. When WWII started, young men and women simply put aside what they were doing and went off to war. But when they returned, they and our Nation changed forever. Many simply did return to what they were doing pre-1941 but many took advantage of the GI Bill and went off to college then the Greatest Generation became the even greater generation propelling this country forward and establishing us as the Greatest Nation.

    1. That GI bill really opened things up, didn’t it? It is my understanding that before the war, most of the population was rural. Big eye opener.

      I agree, they became the even greater generation.

      I think maybe what my brothers and I missed was how threatened the home front felt. My mother blew up at us once for laughing at her for saying they thought Hitler might invade Charlottesville. (home democracy and Jefferson in their eyes)

      Then you read about U-boats in the Potomac and the Chesapeake Bay…maybe they weren’t so far off.

  2. BSinVA

    My father was part of that generation. He was assigned to the 303rd Bomb Group (The Hell’s Angels) flying out of Molesworth, England. When the war was over, he came back, got married, started a career and a family. When the Korean conflict started, Uncle Sam called him back to active duty again. He spent the rest of his career in the Air Force.

    I asked him about WWII. He said he had a pretty English girl friend and was taught to ask (in French) “Are you married?” and “Where’s your husband?” in case he was shot down in France.

    So I think we may consider that generation as the greatest, but I don’t think that they thought of themselves that way. He and my father-in-law thought of themselves as Americans who had a duty to perform for their country and they did just that.

    1. Thanks for sharing, BS. Question for you…would the people of our generation have done what those in the GG did? I am not sure.

  3. Wolve

    Yes, those U-boats. We lost a member of our family in 1942 on a torpedoed U.S. Navy destroyer only a mile or so off the New Jersey beaches. They were on U-boat patrol guarding the New York harbor shipping. The torpedo blew up the ammo mags and sent almost the entire crew to Davey Jone’s Locker. Our lad was only 18. I believe he is still down there somewhere.

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