tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291143103033467520.post8925917243979940035..comments2023-12-30T21:42:48.787-04:00Comments on Figuring it out: European adventures: Lest we forget NormandyJan Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882825000995177531noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291143103033467520.post-25697212170103093082013-11-12T09:25:07.372-04:002013-11-12T09:25:07.372-04:00Thank you, Charles. I know what you mean about it ...Thank you, Charles. I know what you mean about it seeming mythical. Last night I was talking with my dad who reminded me that his father joined up in December 1939 - just two months after Dad was born - and didn't come home until nearly 6 years later. When he finally returned - limping from injuries that had hospitalized him for nearly a year - my Dad had no idea who his father was. It's hard to appreciate how devastatingly difficult it must have been for everyone. And, in the case of your family members, they lived through all those months of incessant bombing! I can't imagine how they retained their sanity.<br /><br />Thanks for taking time to read the post and share your thoughts. Hugs to you and the family. Jan Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01882825000995177531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291143103033467520.post-44465819260572517862013-11-11T17:59:30.925-04:002013-11-11T17:59:30.925-04:00Already the war has an almost mythical quality. Wa...Already the war has an almost mythical quality. War on such a scale, sacrifices on such a scale, seem incomprehensible - more so when it was fought only two generations ago. The Holocaust feels like something from the time of Genghis Khan, not my grandparents' time. Which makes it all the more important to keep the memories alive, as your blog post does very eloquently.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16169711084192087675noreply@blogger.com