My Dad was a military man, so in my home, we celebrated every day that was somehow connected to WW II, or most any patriotic day. Flag day, we would place flags around the entire front of our home. The same for Memorial Day, D Day, Veterans Day and July 4th. We had a huge flag pole in our front yard. I have carried on that tradition within my own house. You may not understand this, but my Dad was very patriotic being military, so in the summer when we did not have school, in the mornings, he would have my sister and me bow our heads, repeat the Lord's Prayer and then pledge allegiance to the flag. When I was a smaller child, I used to think how dumb is this? When I got older, I understood his reason to be so respectful. My Dad fought in France and missed D-Day by three days. He lost hearing in one ear and 75% in the other ear from the bombs going off near his fox holes.
Six years ago, my wife and I went to France and took a day trip from Paris to the Beaches where the landings took place. Omaha and Normandy struck me the hardest when our guide told the stories of the landings during that time and not only myself, but other men had tears in the eyes as we left the beaches. The same for the American Cemetery.