Sunday morning I remembered that it was the 66th anniversary of the Normandy Invasion. The turning point that ended the war in Europe took place on June 6, 1944, as our American troops invaded Normandy and defeated the Germans.

Yes, it was a victory, but very costly, as we lost over 10,000 American lives.

I was anxious to read what the media had to say about one of the most important days in all of our country’s history. There was a small article on the bottom of the fourth page in Sunday’s paper. The article was about the D-Day site getting a face-lift to save it. There was very little about the battle and the brave young men who fought to secure our freedom.

I must admit that I’m sometimes overly critical, but I am tired of reading about the fate of the pelicans and not enough about the people who died in the rig disaster or their families. I’m tired of all the fuss the media and people are making over the Saints’ Lombardi trophy.

In fact, this article was to be about the trophy (I’ll cover that in my next article), but at 9:05 a.m. Monday, I got a call from my daughter, Ronny, saying, “Daddy, I’m standing on Normandy Beach as I’m talking to you! Daddy, you have to come here. In fact, one day I’ll come with you! Daddy, this is such a moving, powerful, touching, emotional feeling!” She went on to tell me about the gravesites of the brave men who sacrificed their lives for our freedom.

Before we ended our conversation, she said, “Daddy, you know what’s written here: ‘They gave up their future for our future.’”

I pray that we will never forget Normandy.

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