“Now it was about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour. Then the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was torn in two. And when Jesus had cried out with a loud voice, He said, “Father, ‘into Your hands I commit My spirit.’ ” Having said this, He breathed His last.” Luke 23:44-46
It was June 6, 1944. It was a placed called Normandy, France. It was called Operation Overlord. It was certainly the most difficult, devastating, and deadly battle in Europe of World War II. It was dreaded and yet necessary. It was D-Day. On that day 160,000 Allied soldiers assaulted a 50 mile stretch of the Normandy coast of France. The Allied armada was composed of 700 warships and 2,500 landing craft. Amazingly, in the first six days, 326,000 men, 54,000 vehicles and 104,000 tons of material came ashore. By any measure it was massive.
The Majestic Princess docked in Le Havre, France and her passengers headed in several different directions. Many, seven packed busses, headed to Normandy to see first hand the site of this amazing display of courage. Normandy was the place chosen for the Allied forces to invade France and begin the process of ripping Europe from the grip of Hitler and his team of thugs. On that day, soldiers and airmen from the nations of the United States, Britain, and Canada bravely went ashore and faced the worst Nazi Germany had to offer. Without doubt the hotbed of those battles were the beaches of Omaha and Utah–the landing zones entrusted to the men of the 1st United States Army consisting of the 1st, 4th and 29th Divisions. The deadliest was Omaha Beach where American forces suffered over 4,000 casualties. It was the bloodiest of the five landing sites on the Normandy coast on June 6th, 1944.
Many have tried to describe what happened over those days but all have fallen short. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but in this case it would take an album full of pictures to even begin to tell the story. I know for me, the most meaningful album would be filled with pictures of the American cemetery there at Normandy. The cemetery is filled with the graves of nearly 9,400 brave soldiers and sailors who fought during the battle of Normandy. Additionally, a great wall contains the names of 1,600 others missing and never found.
Imagine with me the acres and acres and rows upon rows of white crosses and stars of David each one marking the grave of a valiant warrior. All of them gave their all–the ultimate sacrifice of their lives. It has been well said that freedom isn’t free and this is one of those places that shouts this great truth. But this isn’t the only place and this wasn’t the only battle. The history of America is filled with battles where America offered up her sons and daughters for the cause of freedom. We must never allow that truth to disappear from our memories.
As great a cost and as great a battle all that represents there still remains that great battle that was fought on a Roman cross. As the brave men were savagely slaughtered on the beaches of Normandy, so the Son of Man was savagely slaughtered that Good Friday. They died so men, women, and children could live–He died so the whole world could live–eternally. I will never forget those hours I spent in Normandy, France and we should never forget what Jesus did for us on Calvary. The annals of military history are filled with the almost countless names of heroes and God’s Word is filled with the story of the Hero of Calvary–Jesus. He proclaimed that day, “I’ve got this.” Bro. Dewayne
Grits with Grace 