Three-quarters of a century later, and we still refuse to forget.
Yesterday marked the 75th anniversary of the day the Allied forces in World War II landed on the beaches of Normandy, France, in an effort to liberate the German-occupied country and try to put an end to the great war.
For their efforts, brave soldiers wading out of amphibious vehicles were met with a heavy bombardment of artillery and gunfire in the German’s attempts to decimate the landing forces and repel them back into the sea.
But the Allied forces pushed forward among mass casualties, eventually gaining a foothold on the beach and establishing the good guys in the occupied territory — territory which the Allies would expand into the eventual liberation of all of France and an end to the war.
The sacrifices made that day are historic and have been memorialized in numerous Hollywood films, countless documentaries and tons of books.
None of that matters, though, if we only remember what we saw in those movies or merely are entertained by what we read. It takes reflection on those sacrifices and what they meant to the fellow soldiers who stood side-by-side with boys — many of them barely 17 if they were that old — that were killed.
They died for the freedoms we enjoy today. Their deaths are remembered.
So, just as we did for Memorial Day, we remember the fallen and we remember the ones who made it out alive, just as we do every Veterans Day.
We salute all of them and give our unending gratitude for doing what was necessary against death-defying odds.