I remember the day well - I was only seven years old and lived on the
South coast on the English Channel. There was a regiment of Canadians
bivuoaced in the fields around us. That night the engines revved and
in the morning they had gone.....

During the day the sky was black with thousands and thousands of
aircraft - C47's towing gliders, bombers and fighters.

A day to remember

JP

On Jun 8, 9:27*pm, dxAce wrote:
dxAce wrote:
I forgot to mention this on Friday, so please forgive me, but these few days
mark D-Day, June 6, 1944.

Bravery, Sacrifice and Heroism.

Pause and remember them all.

And, as I spoke to my long time friend Ingrid a bit earlier today, I asked her
to remember her father, Gunther, who was around 17 years of age at the time and
was in the area on June 6, 1944.

He fought for his country, and is worthy of our respect as well. He and his wife
took me, a total stranger, all over southern Germany, and we shared many good
times though neither of us had a good grasp of each others language.