Our visit to the Normandy beach area was a jarring experience in an unexpected way: it was pretty and serene. I’d seen the movies and TV series and photos which memorialize the carnage and heroics and devastation and anguish and fear and chaos and determination that accompanied the Allied invasion on June 6, 1944, and I suppose I was carrying some unacknowledged angst with me about seeing it. It would have been entirely reasonable to expect that 68 years later things would look and feel different, but I hadn’t let that thought resonate before arriving there.
Utah and Omaha are beautiful beaches. It was an unusually lovely day with a calm surf. We walked on the sand, picked up shells, looked back toward the higher ground and tried to imagine the gun emplacements that were directed not toward the sea but across the beaches, which enabled a slaughtering crossfire. We wondered what stormy seas looked like, the horizon full of landing vehicles, the beaches strewn with debris and bodies, deafening noise. But it was hard to conjure. On our day there were recreational activities taking place on the beaches; horse trotters, wind surfers. People wandered about, walked slowly around the monuments, and looked to the sea in silence.
Pointe du Hoc was different. There the cliffs allowed one’s imagination to engage in wonderment that the Rangers scaled these heights and disabled the guns here along with those that overlooked Utah and Omaha beaches. Destroyed bunkers and the ruins of fortifications can be explored and the ground is heavily pocked by the results of the massive bombing runs that took place before the invasion. The battle scars are visible and one can sense concussion, chaos, and catastrophe.
It is at the Normandy American Cemetery that the story becomes one of solemnity and reverence. We arrived there late in the day, and walked through the grave sites to the overlook above Omaha Beach.
The Memorial site includes a beautiful 22’ statute, “The Spirit of American Youth Rising from the Waves” which faces in the direction of the headstones. We learned that, when possible, family members were asked whether they wished to have their loved one interred here, or returned home. There are 9,387 headstones here, 41 sets of brothers, 3 Medal of Honor recipients, and 1,557 listed as missing in action. We were present for the flag lowering ceremony and playing of Taps at the end of the day.
Earlier that morning, one of our group arrived at breakfast wearing freshly pressed clothes and was chided about looking better than the rest of us. He responded that he was going to pay his respects that day. He was right. That’s exactly what the entire day was all about.