Remains of the “Mulberries,” cement piers for unloading Ally supplies.
These four French ladies are Pilgrims. But of course, they were walking on beach.
Crepes by the sea provide a welcomed break from an emotional day.
So, so many lives.
Omaha Beach…sacrifice for generations of freed people.
My Uncle Leon proudly served in the 506th Parachute Infantry of the 101st Airborne Division and landed in Normandy on D-Day. Without more information, the local French services could not be more specific about where my uncle landed. The 506th Division parachuted into Landing Zone D, Angoville-au-Plain and Saint-Côme-du-Mont.
Uncle Leon survived D-Day and later fought the Battle of the Bulge. He safely returned to North Carolina after the World War II.
Christine and I drove to Landing Zone D.
Amazing…the joy of being with Christian’s family. Dining on local oysters and Christian’s Strawberry Tarte with local berries. Sitting by an evening fire with my shoes drying.
A big part of walking the Camino is the people you meet along The Way. Christian and his brother were a special part of my first Camino in 2014.
Christian and his family kindly hosted Christine and me while we were in Normandy. How wonderful it was to be in his home and meet his family.
Pointe du Hoc, the strategically important and almost impossible beach the Army Rangers captured to help ensure the successes on Utah (western) and Omaha (eastern) Beach.
Today children play on Utah Beach. On D-Day the shore was washed with American blood.
German Cemetery…so many died.
Linda Scandore 