In 2003, I took one of the most moving trips of my life. I traveled with three fellow cyclists to ride our bicycles across the battlefields of D-Day. We started our journey in England for the sole purpose of taking a ferry across the English Channel to start our journey like the soldiers did. We landed in Normandy and proceeded to travel through the hedgerows to:
Utah Beach (Landing Area for US Troops)
St Mere Eglise (101st Airborne Objective to secure Utah Beachhead)
Pont du Hoc (US Army Ranger objective to destroy German fixed guns)
Omaha Beach (Landing Area for US Troops and most costly in human life))
Through that journey I learned, first hand, the incredible sacrifice young men made for freedom in this country. We can never understand the horror and the scars they brought home with them. Yet came home and were part of the most prosperous period of US history. We remember them as our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers.
We can never forget the sacrifice the made for us.
God Bless an God Speed to the greatest generation of Americans.