D Day…. 70 years on. When I was 18 I spent the summer working in the Hotel du Luxembourg in Bayeux. My passion for cooking was fuelled in the hotel kitchens. My empathy with the sufferings and terrors of soldiers from both sides following 6th June 1944 invasion took form by many visits to the British Military cemetery in Bayeux and the beaches of Normandy,
On one visit in August 1976 I came across the grave of a soldier killed in action that very same day in 1944. He was just 18, my age. A poignant and moving moment that has been with me ever since.
I cannot imagine how that young lad must have felt 70 years ago almost on the eve of D Day, waiting to embark into occupied France, but I know how I felt that day in August 1976, and how that makes me feel today. Amid the celebrations and the gatherings of world leaders here in Normandy on Friday, I will spend a quiet moment reflecting on what is, what was and what could have been. D Day 70 years on.
* photo is taken from the Baltimore Sun and I am happy to accredit them as the photographer/owner & trust they will accept my unauthorised (but sympathetic) use of it here.