Reflecting on D-Day

Let us take a minute from our routine, whatever it may be, and remember that today was the day when the end was made certain for the National Socialist Workers Party.  D-day symbolizes the war against National Socialism, also known as Fascism.  It symbolizes the crusade against the most barbaric regime European had seen in over 300 years. It symbolized the sacrifice of 300,000+ Americans who gave their lives to liberate Europe, North Africa, and Asia from the original Axis of Evil.

Let us use this minute to ponder the current state of affairs in our country.  To reflect on the path we are taking and determine if this is the course we should take.  We owe it to the memory of all those who have come before us, and their sacrifice.  They left us a land brimming with milk and honey.  A land of opportunity.  A land where people were willing to risk their lives to come to, if only to be part of our dream.  A dream that says all men are created equal, endowed with inalienable rights.  Men who are free to pursue their vision of happiness, to live their lives as they see fit.  This was the founder’s vision.  We are their accomplishment.  They set the trajectory and the nation grew.

We are now at a crossroads.  We are at a place where those who reject the founder’s vision, the progressives, have the opportunity to change us fundamentally into something we have not been until now.    What will be our choice?  If we continue down this path, will we be able to return?  We should think about this, for we owe it to those who follow us, as well as them that came before us to choose wisely.  For we shall be judged in the light of our actions.  The Greatest Generation is all but gone; they have been judged.  The question is, “What are we to be called?”


4 thoughts on “Reflecting on D-Day

  1. Despite the rough time we always give the French I must relate a positive story about at least one Frenchman. Way back when in another life when I was a young U.S. Army lieutenant in Germany I took a trip to Paris and Normandy. For self inflicted reasons I won’t go in to I was unable to rent a car and had to go from Paris to Normandy on the train and then see as much as I could I could by bus. I was able to get to the American cemetery at Omaha Beach with no problem but was faced with how I could get to see the Pointe du Hoc. As it turns out there was a bus going towards another town on the other side of the Pointe but there was no scheduled stop there. I asked the bus driver if he could drop me off knowing that somehow I had to figure out how to get back to the cemetery. He said he’d have no problem doing that and then, seeing I was an American whose father may have been there (my dad in fact made 8 channel crossings to Omaha and Utah on a Liberty ship a couple of weeks after D-Day), and that there was no scheduled bus for me to catch, told me to get back to the main road where he dropped me in exactly an hour and he’d pick me up on his return trip to the cemetery.

    And in fact that’s what happened.

    I thought that was pretty cool

    1. Prester John, thank you for sharing that. I do not comment on my own posts, but that is just too cool. Thank you for serving, and pass on my thanks to your dad. And thank you for putting a smile on my face.

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