On a beautiful, sunny, blue-sky day my husband and I stood on Juno Beach, Normandy.
This was the beach that tens of thousands of Canadians came ashore on, D Day June 6th.
1944. The golden sands stretched for miles and it was hard to believe that such a beautiful place, was the scene of such carnage on that long ago June day.
We spent most of the day at the Canadian Museum Interpretive Center above the dunes.
The staff was very knowledgeable and the displays very informative.
On our way back to Caen, our cab driver asked if we would like to see the Canadian Cemetery. Just off the highway, up on the top of a little hill there it was. We walked under a marble arch and before us were row on row of white gravestones. The enormity of the sacrifice those Canadians made was humbling.
The cemetery was impeccably kept with a live rose bush on each grave.
The French people have never forgotten and neither will we.
The rest of the way into Caen, nobody said anything because here words could not describe the very emotional experience.
Remembrance Day will never be the same again for us.