I won't say I remember D-Day because I wouldn't be born for several years. But I do think about it, especially today: the sacrifice and unselfishness of so many. It's haunting to realize thousands of soldiers died never knowing their efforts led to victory.
A few years ago I became interested in World War II and began reading up on it on detail. I might have found the most definitive account of D-Day from author Stephen Ambrose.
D Day: June 6, 1944: The Climactic Battle of World War II (1995) chronicles the herculean task behind one of the most dramatic and course changing battles ever waged.
It's an epic, spellbinding can't-put-it-down read, covering everything from the earliest planning stages and strategies, the technological hurdles, how intelligence was gathered, the logistics of moving men and supplies, the actual invasion and subsequent days of fighting, and, of course, the soldiers -- the guys who could have been home with their wives or girlfriends or attending their high school graduations.
Today I think about all that. Coming so soon after Memorial Day as it does maybe we should take a week or two to honor all those who served and died instead of just a day or two. Better yet, let's keep it top-of-mind for the entire year. If it should give us pause before rushing off to the next war that would be good.