Seventy years. Seventy years of freedom. Brothers didn’t come home. Husbands are buried in foreign lands. Sons did not celebrate another birthday. Can you feel the weight of their gift to us today? It hasn’t lessened over time. Every year, the glorious value of what they bought on that bloody beach increases. Listen: hear that hush where voices should be and aren’t? Look: see the vacancies in family pictures? Close your eyes and for a moment remember. Remember those who gave absolutely everything they had, so we could possess what they were not willing for us to lose.
The nation which forgets its defenders will be itself forgotten. -Calvin Coolidge