Thanks for posting! You are right -- Normandy is hallowed ground, and we should always remember why it is so. It's also worth noting that D-Day was only the first day of a battle that dragged on for weeks. The beachheads, in a sense, were the easy part. The survivors, continually reinforced by a flood of troops from England, had to slog their way forward against a perimeter of German steel. Battling the German Heer and SS through meadows, towns, and deadly hedgerows, the American, British, and Canadian troops were bled white at Caen, Cherborg, and St. Lo. The battle didn't end until August, by which time well over 120,000 Allied troops were dead, wounded, or missing; the Axis troops lost even more. But the battle decided the fate of Western Europe, rescuing it both from the Nazis as well as from the specter of Russian domination in the postwar world. Much fighting lay ahead. The German Westwall defenses would hold up our armies for months. The Ardennes Offensive in December (known as the Battle of the Bulge) would become an American legend, while equally desperate struggles would be all but forgotten by later generations (the Hurtgen Forest, for example). Nonetheless, it was on the beaches of Normandy that all the later victories were made possible. D-Day and the ensuing Battle of Normandy was where the future changed for the better. It was unique, for we can point to that day and say truthfully that history was split in two. The sacrifices made by the Allied armies saved the world from a totalitarian nightmare, an evil so great that we made common cause with even such a monster as Stalin and were right to do so. Our world would be a far, far darker place without their sacrifice, and we all owe them our respect, our gratitude, and our love. Well over 250,000 Americans died fighting the Germans; the British and Canadians lost, proportionately, even more. Let us never forget them.
And, as another member pointed out, let us not forget the titanic struggle on the other side of the globe. The Japanese were every bit as tenacious a foe as the Germans, and it took more than 100,000 American dead to defeat them. My family's war was in the Pacific; all of them joined either the Navy or Marines, and not all of them made it back. I would never know my grandfather, for instance, but that loss was small compared to that suffered by my mother. She would never even get to meet her father, a submariner named John Jarnagin who died only a month before the final bombs fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Even though many other members of my family physically survived, they still endured hells with names like Guadalcanal, Tarawa, Peleliu, and Iwo Jima.
I don't know if they were truly the greatest generation or not. Other American conflicts were similarly brutal and bloody. The Civil War, for instance, was far deadlier for the U.S., in a statistical sense, than World War Two. The Revolution and Mexican American wars were far more horrible than we often remember through our textbooks and collective memories. Yet in World War Two it can truly be said that America saved the world. (And I hope my fellow Americans don't mind if I explicitly include Canada when I refer to "America" here, as the Canadians fought in the war for longer than the U.S. and suffered proportionately even greater losses than we did.) Never forget.