Today is D-Day, the first day of the Invasion of Normandy in 1944, which ultimately led to the liberation of Europe from Nazism. Without the sacrifice of the men and women who were instrumental in D-Day and all it represents, I and many others alive today might not even exist. At the time the invasion began, my father was suffering in a German POW camp and my mother was a war refugee. Thus, it is with gratitude and prayers of thanks that I remember this day: the beginning of the end of WWII.
Almost a month ago, while traveling in Central Asia, we saw a group of war veterans in Tashkent wearing their medals and preparing to celebrate Victory Day, May 9th, commemorating the German surrender in 1945. They were well on in years, they dress differently than we do, but they proudly wore their medals and collective memories were doubtless similar to ours.