Seventy-five years ago, I was coming back on a bus with my friends from school summer camp vacation, from a little French village called Colleville-sur-Mer. We had such a great time there, playing on the beautiful sandy beach, not knowing at the time of course, that our campground where we had having so much fun would become the immense resting place for thousands of our American great Heroes.
Each year on June 6, my heart is heavy, remembering the awful landing of D-Day. This memory will never be erased.
I was 10 years old at the time. Now, in the winter of my life at 91, I still tremble at the recollection of that day and will never forget it.
One cannot possibly realize the extent of suffering when another country ruled over another country. I pray that our beautiful America will never see this and that peace will keep us safe.
Michelle A Decaire