One of the most moving moments in our trip to Europe came as we walked among the thousands of white crosses, each one representing a life lost for the sake of freedom. I watched my 18 year old son quietly stroll across the perfectly manicured lawn, stopping occasionally to read a name, take a picture, survey the landscape. He became more quiet as he took in row upon row of dead soldiers who fought to free France from the Nazi grip.
Having just been on the beach, the reality of their struggle became clear. They crossed amazing odds to complete their mission. We were amazed any survived.