Sixty-three years ago today, 155,000 allied troops landed at Normandy Beach. Every year, on the sixth of June, I spend nearly the whole day thinking about what that meant.
The logistics alone stagger the imagination. Think of the vessels that carried the soldiers there, the training camps where they learned to fight, the parents and loved ones and children and neighbors back home desperately praying and hoping for the best.
Think of the provisions necessary: 155,000 pairs of boots, 155,000 guns, 155,000 dog tags, millions of bullets, and the list goes on.