Today is the sixty-second anniversary of D-Day.

The National D-Day Memorial Foundation

Sixty-two years ago this morning, my dad and tens of thousands of other scared guys invaded Normandy by sea and air. Thus began the reconquest of Europe from the twentieth century's second most deadly totalitarian regime.

My dad (and many of his comrades) took a Nazi bullet sixty-two years ago because his job at the time was to fight for the freedom of millions of people he could never know. He is one of the lucky ones. He lived to be able to teach the lessons of the late, unlamented century to his grandchildren.

May God have mercy on the souls of all the boys of Omaha, Utah, Sword, Juno, and Gold.