The sand that forms the beaches in Normandy carry with them the memories of a day that will forever be remembered as D-Day. On the day we arrived the weather was frigid and dull, air filled with a spitting mist and clouds holding a dark, ominous presence. We walked along the beaches and it was difficult to imagine what happened seventy five years ago where I was standing. To stand at the edge of the water and look inland left an unsettled feeling in my stomach. This was the walk. From the moment sand met the water the men who fought for my country were met with bullets. What I saw as a five minute walk to the top of the small hill in front of me was bled over for six hours before American soldiers made it to the top. Standing there captured my full attention in a way that few things do an I could not stop thinking of the scene that would have been later before me just 75 years ago. I am thankful for the opportunity to have been able walk where the soldiers of D-Day once did and to have the ability to learn just a little bit more of the history of my freedoms.