The above images above are inside of the memorial.
Try as might, I couldn’t get a photo that captured the immensity of this place.
Some 3000 names on this wall honor those who died with no remains to bury.
And this one really hit home. I’ll need to find out if we are related or maybe it was me in an previous life.
By the time I got off the beach
a gorgeous bit of sand with, unlike Gold Beach, no signs off the horror that occurred here 6, June 1944, and back on theD514, I could no longer walk. I sat on a wall outside the Cemetery entrance with my sign. This time, within 45 minutes, another couple who spoke as much English as I French took me back to Anselles and I immediately booked a third night as travel Sunday would have been asking too much of this old body.
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