In 1944, on the 50th anniversary of D-Day, I visited Normandy. I was on a bicycle -- bike from Paris, DC-10 from Boston (FedEx).
Had some of the most extraordinary encounters of my life there. So emotional, I'm reluctant to take my wife next time.
On June 7, the day after President Clinton and the bigwigs departed, they admitted French citizens. I was standing in an assembled crowd of them, as an American college choir sang. When they sang the Navy Hymn, I cried openly — who wouldn't?. The French weren't familiar with the song stared.
Gary Curtis