This past March I was lucky enough to visit Normandy, a place where my family members fought. Except for places like Harper’s Ferry and Gettysburg, I’ve never experienced a place that looks like what it’s been through, where I could completely visualize the people and the event.
So on Veteran’s Day, I think about my grandfather and his brothers, who ranged in age from 18 to about 35, and who all fought throughout Europe in WWII. I also think about my grandmother’s cousin, Charles T. Lewis, a medic who died in the Battle of the Bulge. I know AJD thinks about his 2x-great-grandfather, a Zouave drummer boy who met Abraham Lincoln and helped move dead bodies from the Gettysburg fields.
And some poppy-red knitting to keep the blog on topic:
Details and some clear photos tomorrow.