I salute all of our men and women serving our country - both past and present.
Both of my grandfathers served in the Pacific theatre during that great war. Sadly I don't recall many of the stories that they shared with me when I was a youngster.
I do have one story to share, and it is of a chance meeting with a kind old gentleman who was on those beaches on that dreadful day:
Years ago I was seated in the movie theatre in Pincher Creek, Alberta and having just finished watching the newly-released Saving Private Ryan, I made my way up the aisle to the back of the theatre.
Before exiting the theatre I saw an old gentleman still seated in his chair, his head bowed and a few tears visible on his cheek. I didn't want to intrude, but before leaving the theatre I felt compelled to place my hand upon his shoulder and politely smile as I passed by.
Later that evening while dining at a local restaurant with some friends, I saw this same gentleman eating by himself across the room. I decided to make my way toward him and make idle conversation about the movie.
He invited me to sit at his table, and after sharing what has to be the most intriguing 30 minute conversation I have ever had, I learned that this kind gentleman was part of the Queen's Own Rifles who made their way upon the beaches on the morning of D-Day.
Like all of the other forces on the beaches, his Regiment suffered many losses, but eventually made their way in-land and fought across northern France and into Belgium.
I still remember our conversation to this day, and I am forever humbled and honored to have shared that moment with that kind old man.
If you know a WW2 veteran (or any vet for that matter,) take the time to sit down with them and listen to what they have to share!