Remembering D-Day: June 6, 1944 | The American Spectator | USA News and Politics

Standing there looking out on the seemingly endless rows of white grave markers, the enormity of the invasion, the sacrifice of our troops, and the massive losses that they had suffered hit us hard. We openly wept and silently prayed for all of those kids for that is what they were who were entombed before us.

Still trying to absorb what we had seen, we silently drove toward the British and Canadian invasion beaches. Then, bigger than life, there was Uncle Charlie on a roadside billboard wading onto the beach with his carbine at port arms.

As we continued on, at regular intervals all the way to Caen, we saw him on billboards, posters, handbills plastered to utility poles, and in a display at a small roadside museum. He seemed to be everywhere.

I wished he had still been alive so I could have told him that, just like Jerry Lewis, he was a big deal in France. He would have had a good laugh about being the leading pin-up boy in Normandy.

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