Loud and full screen, just to remind me of the sacrifices made. Drives me practically to tears every time.

the longest day.

That longest day. That loss of precious lives. That ultimate sacrifice - made in one moment by those actually THERE as well as those who waited at home, keeping a vigil, hoping and praying against all odds for a loved one’s return and NOT neatly packaged in a box.

We MUST NEVER forget. NEVER. NOT EVER!!!

I remember taking my six year old sister to our church to pray. I was nine, and eight decades later I still weep...