I didn't see a mention on any of the local news or national for that matter, perhaps I missed it. I was lucky in that my Mother and Father joined my wife and I on a European vacation in the early 80's, we traveled to England and the small town on the outskirts of London, like so many others where my Dad and our army prepared, trained and waited for that Longest Day. We traveled to France and journeyed to the coast and walked the beaches of Normandy. When you stand there at the waters edge on Omaha Beach looking up that slight rise to the roadways, you see the few remaining bunkers and machine gun emplacements, knowing that on June 6th 44, there were hundreds more. He retraced his steps from that morning, we did it may be 20 minutes. On D-Day it took him almost 5 hours just to cross that same beach, His company, a rifle company, 150 men strong at the start, only 12 remained at the end of that day. I came away from that vacation with a much better understanding of my Father and his demons. They truly were the Greatest Generation.