Father on this day I am reminded of those who walked ashore at a place called Normandy.
Some of them were left behind in the soil of France alongside their comrade in arms.
Others came home.
They went to work.
They married and they had families.
They built cars, buildings, houses, highways.
They ran for office, local, state, and national.
Some served our nation in Korea and Vietnam.
Many have now passed from this life unto the next…
…but some are still with us.
And the memories of those hours and days hitting the beach, crossing France, entering Germany as they encountered more death
are always with them in the twilight of the morning and evening
and in the twilight of their fading minds and memories.
I ask gracious God that you bless them this day
and not only them, but also all those who deal daily with the memory of war
no matter where it has occurred.
Grant them, through Your Spirit, a peace of mind and heart that only you can give.
Love them passionately and deeply.