Ronna might as well just said: D-Day is about “celebrating crack cocaine.”
I'm no expert on D-Day, but it is a smidge close to home. I wouldn't exist if the Allied Forces hadn't invaded Normandy that day. The short of it is that my dad lived with his family in Poland, Roman Catholic, wasn't given the instant death sentence that Jewish Poles were. However, after four years of Nazi occupation, my dad was notified to report to their work camp in early 1944. My dad, being a member of the Polish Underground, had the inside scoop on what the work camps were about and refused. He also knew that he risked being killed just by not reporting.
Fortunately, D-Day came just in time. My dad and his friend decided to split from Poland and go to Normandy, get "captured" by American troops and strive to go to the US. They set out, made it to Normandy, found themselves in no-man's land (between the German and American lines). Luckily the Americans advanced, ran over their foxhole's entrance and so they waited. They surely didn't want to be mistaken for Germans. Once it was quiet, they dug out of the partially collapsed foxhole, my dad still being met with the end of an American soldier's rifle pointed at him. He obviously wasn't shot and the rest is history as they say...making it to the US as planned.
My dad has now passed on (in '95), but that is one of the precious few stories he told me about his life in Nazi occupied Poland. He told me that story back in the early '80s. For the last 20 years, I've been intrigued by anything related to D-Day, not to mention respectful toward those that gave their life that day and in general, against what they would eventually learn was the greatest of evil forces of recent history. I often think of that unknown soldier. How close did he come to shooting my dad? Maybe not very. Regardless, I can't imagine he was thinking it was a French citizen just hanging out in a foxhole in the middle of an active warzone.
The bottom line, is that while it goes without saying that D-Day obviously wasn't about my dad and therefore me, it was bravery and fighting for principles on a level I've personally never experienced. They proved character I could only claim, wish and hope to have, but cannot testify to. Even my dad rarely spoke of it. My dad was loaded with pride in many ways. But as an example...if he was still alive, you'd never see him writing like I am now. He was humble ways very deep. He was utterly silent on certain things, so much it never occurred to me to ask him until after he had passed.
But my honor and respect goes straight and solely to those who served and died on D-Day. I've been non-partisan my entire life, specifically to eliminate the prejudice I see with those loyal to political parties. I'll say I had no idea until this election that loyalty could waltz straight through bias, through prejudice and turn many into mindless robots, no matter how absurd it would be to support the party's stance or action on a matter. Donald Trump is a living nightmare. I don't know whether to be more embarrassed that he was elected or concerned that he's somehow still residing as POTUS despite proving everything he exuded while campaigning. Or that there are still so many that think there's one atom of value in that man. But for me to be commenting on an article where a politician thinks we should be honoring him on D-Day just shows how the brains in the GOP have just vanished. The first sentence in the above article says it all: Her mind is gone.
Meanwhile, I will be stating the obvious. It's beyond sad to think some need it spelled out for them. D-Day is about honoring and respecting those who fought, served in any capacity and those that gave the ultimate sacrifice on June 6th, 1944 on and around the beaches of Normandy; fighting for the greatest humanitarian cause there could ever be.