Memorial Day: Remembering Normandy
The American Cemetery was our final destination the day we visited Normandy. The grounds, landscaped with perfectly shaped trees and gardens, were well ordered. The blue waters of the English Channel framed the far side of the cemetery, and along the walk we could view cliffs in the distance. The beach, stretching for miles, vast and remote, rested against a scrub forest. On the carefully manicured lawn rows and rows of grave markers stood at attention facing the West. The trees swayed in a gentle breeze as the stillness of the markers remained ever-present.
Where have all the flowers gone?
On the dunes below the cemetery, we found these delicate pink blossoms entangled in barbed wire.
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