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Both times I based in spectacular Mt St Michel and made day trips to view the Normandy beaches.
The American cemetery was indeed the most memorable site, with white crosses lining the hillside and the entire area incredibly well manicured and maintained. The German cemetery, in contrast, was dull grey and almost built like a fort.
These spellings may be somewhat off, but I remember traveling to Pointe du Hoc and Arromanches, walking thru actual bunkers and watching a movie in a visitor center that depicted the invasion. A temporary port was built near Arromanches, but the massive storm a day or two before June 6 wiped out most of the docks.
The Germans were expecting the invasion much further up the coast. I remember walking across land just off the Normandy beaches that was littered with round cement bases designed to anchor massive German artillery. When the Allied troops grappled up the cliffs they discovered the foundations had yet to be armed, other than at Omaha, since those areas had not been a German priority.
Ten years ago I had a roommate whose dad was a D-Day vet, parachuting in. We watched the 50th anniversary ceremonies together. I asked him what he was thinking while parachuting in. "I rememeber exactly what I was thinking, "What the hell am I doing here?" he said. He detailed a chilling moment when he was separated from his unit and hid from the Germans at the base of a thick bush. "I was lying in the mud, as still as I could be. A big German boot splashed in the mud about 18 inches from my face. If that German had checked the bush, my life would have ended 50 years ago today -- no wife, no three daughters, no two sons."
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