Townhall writer Jackie Gingrich Cushman remembers D-Day. A slice:
The year before, Soviet leader Joseph Stalin had repeatedly asked British Prime Minister Winston Churchill and American President Franklin Delano Roosevelt to open a second front on the Atlantic Coast of Europe, to provide his army on the east with relief.
General Dwight D. Eisenhower, the supreme allied commander in Europe, planned and carried out the liberation of Western Europe and invasion of Germany, code-named Operation Overlord. This large-scale invasion required hundreds of thousands of troops to be assembled and trained for amphibious landing. The plans had to account for beach attacks and required information on the terrain and weather tracking.
Before the invasion began, Eisenhower sent a message of encouragement and support to the troops. He compared the invasion with a “crusade” and noted that their goal was nothing less than “security for ourselves in a free world.” He expressed “confidence in your courage and devotion to duty and skill in battle,” while noting, “We will accept nothing less than full victory.”
Barbara J. Elliot recounts the events of D-Day over at The Imaginative Conservative:
The next morning after this lavish display of opulent decadence, somewhat chastened by over-indulgence, I was driving back along the coast of Normandy past the very same beaches where American troops had landed exactly fifty years earlier on D-Day, when Allied forces landed on the beaches of Normandy. I was acutely aware of the contrast between their lives, so many of them cut short on the sands below as they came to liberate Europeans from the Nazis, and my life, living amidst the luxury of the next generation of Germans and French. The fireworks our soldiers experienced on D-Day were real bombs, and these men didn’t give a damn about which fork to use, if they lived to have another meal. [ . . . ]
Brave young men, overcoming terror with their willingness to fight, came from the corn-fed plains of America to do battle with tyranny, confronting a totalitarian regime they knew was evil. Many of them gave the ultimate sacrifice, as they bled out into the sand below me. All told, 100,000 lives were lost in the invasion. Was the blood-spattered sacrifice of lives on D-Day commensurate with the soft, effete, and self-indulgent lives of Europeans like those at the Count’s wedding bash? I wondered where the family of my French host had been then. Had they dared to resist?
The Federalist Papers points us to a story of a mother fighting for her parental rights.
Economic historian Burt Folsom on the difference between James Madison and Barack Obama.