Our plan all along was to use some of the time that Jesse and
Marissa were in Europe to visit France—for Marissa to see Paris and Jesse to
visit Normandy. So, that’s what he and I did; we went to Normandy.
Pointe du Hoc
I thought the easiest, perhaps most convenient means of
doing that would be by bus tour. By a combination of meticulous planning and
sheer, dumb luck, the tour company’s office was a five-minute walk from our
hotel. So at 6:30 we showed up, tickets in hand.
Memorial at Juno Beach
The tour started with a three-hour to the city of Caen where
we toured a D-Day museum and had lunch. Afterward we visited the five beaches
(Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno, and Sword). As if to dramatize the pall that settles
over visitors to the American cemetery at Omaha Beach, it rained.
At the American Cemetery at Omaha Beach
Jess didn’t say much, but I could tell. When a warrior walks
on the graves of his brothers, words wouldn’t help anyway.
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