Today is not a holiday
We celebrate like some birthday
Instead it is a mark in time
That saved us all from our decline.
Six, six, four, four, who can forget
Those memories without regret
The world we knew was on its knees
Until those ships did sail the seas
To land upon that foreign shore
Where thousands died and so much more.
How sad that we discard their deeds
And in the end, neglect their needs !
FORGIVE US LORD.
Of all the days that I recall
This one’s the very best of all
The day that freedom had its chance
Somewhere along the coast of France.
Remember well the days we knew
An ugly war that we’d been through
With moments when we understand
True life is not a sleight-of-hand.
Let’s make the best of what we’ve got
Pray that we will forget it not !
Oh Lord, walk with me, we’ll go hand in hand
Across that sad beach in some foreign land
Our journey is swift, return we may not
But that long ago day can’t be forgot.
While the time fades away into the past
The lesson we learned is one that won’t last
Just turn around to observe where we are
Sadly you’ll see that we haven’t come far !
A-B-C-D, D-Day who remembers? This is one of my ” special ” dates, 6/6/44, that time cannot fade and years should not erase! We all need to be reminded once in a while of man’s inhumanity to man, and one trip to the beaches of Normandy reinforces that belief. Each time that I return to this consecrated ground I am reminded of those men, women and children, numbering in the millions worldwide, whose lives were changed forever on that day. From Ste. Mere Eglise to that piece of land deemed to be our sovereign soil, called the American Cemetery, you cannot keep a dry eye! It makes you feel so insignificant and so powerless. What a history lesson! May I suggest that you try it?
Sincerely,
Claire B.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 