Today is the anniversary of D-Day. The day our troops stormed Normandy, liberated France, and set into motion victory on the Western Front of World War II remains the largest seaborne invasion in history.
Every generation since my family has been in the United States has served our country. My grandfather was one of those insanely courageous men who rode straight into the mouth of Hell to take on Adolph Hitler’s forces (and by the grace of God survived). He was part of the Omaha landing group, one that saw some of the worst carnage.
My grandfather was a damn good man all-around and I am fortunate to have been on the receiving end of much of the wisdom he took from his life experiences. After him, my father fought in Vietnam, seeing some of the worst fighting there as well (including battles like Hamburger Hill). My uncles and cousins have also worn the uniform and some have also seen combat.
They say it takes three generations to forget a crisis, and I am the third generation when it comes to World War II and the horrors of the Holocaust. To me, the ability to keep family knowledge like this alive is one of the best arguments for homeschooling your children. There are a lot of Millennials and Generation Z kids who can’t even tell you what World War II was about, and it shows in the crazy stuff they believe nowadays.
Not in my house.