Freedom

It was my great privilege to visit Omaha Beach on the 66th anniversary of D-Day.

Standing on the cliff at Pointe du Hoc with shell holes, gun emplacements and pill boxes behind me, I could look over the precipice and marvel at how 225 Rangers scratched their way up the 180 foot cliff with grappling hooks and ropes while being shot at from above – and how, with incredible bravery, they achieved their objective.

On Omaha Beach I walked to the water’s edge and looked back at the seawall that was at least 700 feet from where I stood. To the right of the seawall was a pill box that had an open view of the beach. I stood at the water’s edge shortly after low tide which is when the Americans landed at Omaha Beach. It took incredible bravery for men with packs weighing 130 pounds to run across those seven hundred feet of beach to reach the partial cover afforded by the seawall.

Many did not survive and they are buried at the American Cemetery at Colleville sur Mer. At first sight of the perfectly aligned rows of marble crosses gazing over Omaha Beach you are caught-up short and take an extra breath to retain your composure. It is humbling to walk among those graves.

We lived our lives in freedom because of the gift these men gave to us.

Today, we have equally brave men and women fighting for our freedom in Afghanistan and standing guard at other locations such, as Korea, and on our ships around the world.

Now, on this fourth of July weekend, it is appropriate to reflect on the words of Ronald Reagan:

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children’s children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.”

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