I grew up in the 50s and my mother was a devoted fan and regular voter for Dwight D. Eisenhower. We named our German Shepherd “IKE”. We named our parakeet “IKE”. And throughout the day he would chirp, “I like IKE”.
I was 8 months old on the original D-Day. Too little to understand the sacrifices that had been made that day protecting my freedom.
I am proud to share photos I took at those Normandy beaches back in 2009. A very moving experience. Including a photo of a cross on the grave of a young man who died only a few months after the invasion on my first birthday. This is still a part of France where the welcome mat it out for all Americans.