The view from the long stretch of beach up the hills above Omaha Beach.
The German view down onto the beach where the Americans
waded to shore and crossed the long stretch of sand under fire.
So peaceful now.
As my trip continued to change and unfold, a conversation with my friend Cliff led me to change the trip again and go to Normandy, France, before I left for Israel. I had not even thought of visiting Normandy when I planned the trip because I would not have arrived in Paris until just before flying to Israel. But now I had an extra day and decided to spend part of the fourth of July weekend in a place where America fought tyranny and prevailed.
Looking down from the German defensive positions and up from the beach, it is amazing any assault troops survived. One platoon sergeant quoted in the memorial said he had 35 men when they ran from landing craft and only six survived the day.