Sixty-five years ago today, my dad and thousands of other American soldiers along with those from Great-Britain, Canada, and other allied countries began their "Great Crusade" on the beaches of Normandy.
I often wonder what goes through his mind on these anniversaries. My mind can't even comprehend what a terrifying experience the war had to be. Many people tell me that I have to try to get my father to talk about his experiences during the war. My reply is always the same..."If these guys from "The Greatest Generation" really wanted to talk about it they would." Many of them have, but most of them don't. They came back here from the war, putting their experiences behind them and went on with their lives. Those experiences however live on in their minds and in their dreams.