On D-Day and the Greatest Battle

I grew up spending Sunday evenings at my grandparents’ house. I’d sit on their split-pea colored sofa with a book in my hand listening to the grownups talk. The newsmagazine show 60 Minutes played on the television, followed by Murder She Wrote. They merely served as background noise to my grandfather recounting stories from his time fighting with the U.S. Army in World War II.

Occasionally, he would take me down to the basement and open up an old metal locker. Inside were some of the artifacts from the war. He’d show me money he collected from the various countries in Europe. As he pulled out each coin or bill, he’d talk about the country and speak a few words in French or German he’d picked up along the way.

D-Day

My grandfather died more than five years ago, and his stories went with him. I didn’t realize how much I missed those stories until my husband and I visited Normandy, France. Normandy was the scene of D-Day on June 6, 1944—71 years ago today….

To read the rest of this post, visit The Gospel Coalition, my writing home today.