It’s Not Often…
By Mitch Berg
…that my faith in humanity gets a boost.
But this story did it.
By Mitch Berg
…that my faith in humanity gets a boost.
But this story did it.
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May 27th, 2015 at 7:29 am
There are several French villages that do this, too.
One story that I remember reading few years ago on the anniversary of D-Day, was about two brothers in France. They live about 50 miles from Normandy, but travel there at least once per month to help maintain the cemetery. They explained that is their honor to do it, because of the impact that June 6, 1944 had on their family. If I remember correctly, the Germans had their father, mother and several other villagers locked up and were planning to execute them on June 7. The invasion spared those people and the parents never let them forget that they would not be here if not for the Americans. They have passed this tradition on to their children and grandchildren that make the trip with them.