I am just getting settled back in after returning from Roanoke... again. I have not been away from home this much EVER in my life. But, as I told Evan, I am so torn. Home is where the heart is... and mine is torn in two. When I am here, I want to be there; and, when I am there, I want to be here. I never envisioned this situation... but, I am adjusting.
On the first day I was in Roanoke, we took Little Man to the National D-Day Memorial in Bedford, VA. It is my prayer that he comes to love his country like the rest of his family does. And, that he respects and appreciates the heroes whose sacrifices have given us, and many others, the blessing of freedom and safety.
I was not able to capture the sprays of water that represent bullets flying as the troops debarked and crossed to the shore.
So many lives were lost before they even touched ground.
Generously, they served and sacrificed with great courage.
It is difficult to see OVERLORD that is carved into the top of the memorial. That was the name of the operation. Apparently, the elevation and the height of the monument cause the area to be a magnet for lightening. It was drizzling the whole time we were there... and, softly raining part of the time. The caretakers pulled us in as a precaution. There are some areas I really wish I had photos of... but, there will be a next time.
Propellers in the garden...
Stripes that indicated to the allies who were in these planes.
Names and names and names... all heroes.
This symbol is reproduced in the landscape...
This memorial is struggling to survive. Costs of operation are high. Visit. Donate.