I imagine many letters written on or around June 6, 1944 would read like this:
“My Dear Brave Soldier,
I pray you are doing well. I miss you and cannot wait to see your face once more. Please stay safe and hurry home to me.
I love you with all my heart.”
Some of these letters undoubtedly returned home in the pockets of the GI’s to whom they were sent, but many more were buried with their recipients on a scenic bluff in a foreign land. Others were lost during the chaos of war—left to drift on the water or blow erratically in the winds that pushed them across the hills. Still others, tragically, never reached their intended readers, arriving too late to give comfort and encouragement.
To all those who fought and returned and to those who fought and died for freedom and human dignity on the beaches of Normandy, France, 70 years ago…Thank you for your valiant service.
To the mothers, fathers, wives, girlfriends, and loved ones who wrote the letters…Thank you for loving and supporting your soldiers—yours is a war fought as well.
**Today’s post was written for Blogging University’s Writing 101 assignment five: Be Brief. The pictures were taken on a trip the Hubs and I took to France in 2006. It was an amazing experience.