I have this photo pop up on my screen every June 6th. It is a photo taken as the boats reached the shores of Normandy.
JUST SIT AND LOOK AT IT FOR A WHILE.
LET IT SOAK INTO YOU....
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
As I sit here safe and sound i cant even begin to think of what was running through my Great Uncles mind. Sitting knee to knee on a boat waiting for that bridge to drop. Wet and Cold with photos and letters tucked into the chest pockets. Thinking about what it is like "back home" on a beautiful long June Day. Sharing a last Cigarette with the man next to him. The sounds of the Engines delivering them to a place they have never been.
Knowing that the people on the beach they are motoring to have weapons that are pointed at them are intended to do one thing. Kill You.
I cant even imagine...
I stop each June to think of the incredible couage these men possesed. To jump out, and walk, and fight every inch through cold waters and up wet sand.
Not Only did he make it up that Damn Beach... He was a first wave into a place Named Cherboug.
I look again at this photo... and I think.
I think about why, and not the "big picture why"
I think about the individual why. The "I am doing this not for my self but for those that will come after me" why.
They did all of this so we could...
So we could. So YOU could. SO I COULD.
Its that COULD that gets me.
The blind Opurtunity of WHAT COULD BE!
This Photo BREAKS ME IN HALF EVERY YEAR.....
Every June this photo is a reminder of what my GREAT UNCLE JOHN did for me.
When I look at this photo,
I think that if i waste just one day of my life.
I have Failed him.
Here is to you Uncle John.
The Baddest Man I have NEVER Met.
I wont let you down.