This is in no way Mundane, nor is it Pointless, but by god it is something we must all share. I woke up this morning and watched the precession through Bayeux and listen to the hymns being sung and listened to the words of the chaplain…and I cried. Tears formed in my eyes when I saw the rows of graves and the faces of the veterans becuase I knew how much sacrifice had been made for our freedoms. I can sit here now typing this out on my computer thanks to the efforts and sacrifices those men endured. I have no relatives who fought in the war, no first hand accounts of what went on that day, but that does not stop me from feeling this overwhelming passion for their cause and determination and shedding a deserving tear.
nocturnal_tick remembers you.
I will remember them
My [Scottish] Father and [Irish] Uncle fought in the war and were involved in D-Day - both came home. My [Scottish] Uncle Peter died in Japan.
I cried too.
We had ANZAC day a few weeks back (our memorial day) can any of us not acknowledge the sacrafice made for us.
I watched our old timers return and saw that how the tears still flowed so readily. To see and hear what they endured so we may enjoy freedom is very humbling.
We owe that generation more then we will ever be able to repay them.
Seeing the commemorative events at Juno Beach has been incredibly moving. To see the veterans, now in their 80s, returning many probably for their last time return to that site, and to see a piper playing a lament alone on the beach reduced me to tears.
I also cannot help but think of my now deceased father at the age of 19, a farm boy from Saskatchewan, serving aboard a naval ship in the North Atlantic sixty years ago today.
I will remember them.
Those interested: Juno Beach