June 6, 1944

 Today is the 69th anniversary of the D-Day Invasion of Normandy. 

Until last summer, this day didn't mean much to me, other than one more date I learned in history classes in school. I always liked history (thank you, parents), but I had such a hard time accepting the reality of war that I had to brush it off before it hit me too hard - I don't do well with violence. We learned about all this fighting and ugliness that happened years ago on another continent, and it is so easy to stay disconnected - until you go there yourself.

At the Caen Memorial

It's impossible to ignore the history of WWII when living in Normandy. It's everywhere - not just in France, but all over Europe. Especially in Normandy though, there is so much to absorb about D-Day.  I got a chance to visit the Pegasus Bridge Memorial, the American WWII cemetery, and the Caen Memorial - which actually goes through WWI to the present. But actually being there was more powerful than anything.

I walked across the original Pegasus Bridge, where the first minutes of the D-Day invasion took place.

I stood over Omaha Beach and looked up and down the coast at the other landing beaches.

I walked through the crosses and Stars of David in the American cemetery.

This tiny glimpse of the war was overwhelming and it's still shaking me a year later. I'm still processing it, it's still heavy, and I know I'll never fully grasp the reality of it all, but I'm connected to it more than I was before.

The British 6th Airborne Division fought at Pegasus Bridge

Even though I didn't want to look at the gruesome photos in the museums or read the staggering statistics from the war, I knew I had to. I didn't want to take the easy way out and ignore it or distract myself - I wanted to respect the sacrifice made all those years ago and offer my own salute to the soldiers and the countries involved. I didn't care how hard it was for me to look, it was infinitely more difficult for them, and I needed to acknowledge that.

As much as I enjoy history, I didn't visit these places entirely for myself - that was only the tiniest of reasons. I looked and listened and learned and cried for them: for those who had to face it, for those who survived, and most importantly for those who didn't. I payed attention because this history is part of our history and if we don't stop to acknowledge it and say "thank you," then we might forget.

"Nous n'oublions pas, nous n'oublierons jamais, la dette d'infinie gratitude que nous avons contractée envers ceux qui ont tout donne pour notre libération."

-René Coty, president of the Republic of France

We don't forget, we could never forget, the debt of infinite gratitude that we have toward those who gave everything for our liberation.

Salute

Pegasus Bridge

So Pegasus Bridge was about a mile from the town I lived in. It crosses the Caen Canal between Merville and Benouville. The D-Day invasion (June 6, 1944) basically started with the capture of this bridge by the British 6th Airborne Division (I could keep going, but I won't).

I didn't know this until Steve (the director of the program) suggested we go to the Pegasus Bridge memorial, just around the corner from where the bridge stands today. The museum was small, but it had a ton of information, maps, and displays from WWII. Outside the museum was the actual Pegasus Bridge (the current bridge is a replica), a tank or two, parts of the gliders used in the landings, and a replica of a full glider.

The first photo below tells the story of the capture of Pegasus Bridge (renamed after the battle):

On D-Day minus one--June 5, 1944, it was the responsibility of the British 6th Airborne Division to establish a bridgehead across the Orne river and the Caen Canal, halfway between the City of Caen and the coast, and to protect the eastern flank of the seaborne landings from a German counter attack. Several parts of the operation had to succeed together to guarantee success, and there was only time to do it once. If the D-Day landings were to succeed, the establishment of these bridgeheads were vital.

At 2300 hours on the night of June 5, six gliders took off from England with a small force of the Oxford and Bucks Light Infantry and Royal Engineers, to seize the crossings over the Caen Canal and the River Orne. Just after 00:15, the gliders crash landed just 50 meters from the bridge over the canal, and the troops poured out and overwhelmed the Germans who were still asleep and taken by surprise.

It goes on to tell the whole story, but the Allies were relieved just in time and were able to secure the bridge.

It was strange to actually walk across the original bridge.

The current Pegasus Bridge is a replica of the original.

Turning to face the other direction is the location where the British 6th Airborne Division actually crash landed to capture the bridge.

I have tons more pictures from the museum, but I can't remember all the details from each one. All the stories I heard are blending together--it's been almost a year since I was there...crazy.

9387

My dad has always been interested in World War II history,  so I decided that during this trip, I'd try to see as much as I could for him. I did my best to report back after each of my field trips, but this day was tough to put into words.

The organization I worked with does a big excursion day every summer where they take all the students to various WWII/D-Day sites in Normandy, but I was going to be in Paris the day they planned it, so one of the local church members volunteered to take a couple of us one Sunday.

We went to church, then drove to the American WWII cemetery, located right above Omaha Beach. First, we visited the museum on the site.

The location of this battle (Pegasus Bridge) was about a mile from where I was living.

Talk about powerful...

I don't remember exactly who these people were, but I loved the layout

Then we walked out toward the cemetery. Of course it was raining...

Omaha Beach

Map of the landing beaches: Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno, Sword

The memorial had several parts. The statue below and the walls around it had maps and details from the D-Day invasion (Operation Neptune) and other operations. Those white walls in the background are part of the "Walls of the Missing," which I didn't know was back there until we had already left.

The Spirit of American Youth Rising From the Waves by Donald De Lue

There are 9,387 buried here; most were killed in the D-Day invasion and the operations that followed.

There's a chapel at the other end

Crosses and Stars of David

Their graves are the eternal symbol of their heroism and sacrifice for the common cause of humanity.

Looking up the coast toward Gold Beach

It was intense, to say the least, but one of my favorite days of the entire trip.



When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. [Ansel Adams]