There are days that echo throughout history where men stood up, and in the face of insurmountable odds, fought against tyranny and evil. June 6, 1944, is perhaps the most important of those days. We call it "D-Day," but for those scared men who waded to shore hoping to bring an end to the Nazi stranglehold on Europe, no single name for the event could adequately convey the meaning behind it. These men, showing a level of courage none should ever have to muster, opened up themselves to certain death--so that others might live.
Many died; yet their sacrifice was not in vain, nor could it be ever so. Their good fight, with good men, for a greater cause against genocidal fanatics brought not only peace to Europe, but also brought forth the possibility of future generations of descendants from the persecuted masses who otherwise would have been wiped from the rolls of the living. These D-Day soldiers bought life with the currency of their own blood.
It is for this reason nations will stand together on June 6 and salute the remaining men--whom we are lucky to still have with us--that stormed the beaches of France.
Pause, reflect, and consider the ramifications had they failed. 68 years ago is a lifetime; yet not so long that we should dare to forget.
In the name of Liberty and Life, though I wore no uniform, and am unworthy to do so, I salute those men who on that terrible day settled a due for us all--a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid.