The D-Day Invasion was one of those bold, optimistic and courageous attempts by the Americans/Allies against all odds, so entrenched were the Germans in Europe. In a way, I suppose, that situation in Europe in June, 1944 is a mirror for the odds we face now here on Earth in 2019; so entrenched has been the darkness on Earth for so long.
Maybe this is why I choke up, because, of course we will Shift mankind and Earth into Light/Love - against all odds. Of course we will; our Forefathers showed us the way via stoutness of heart, love of humanity, courage, and firmly anchored in Light/Love. In this way we are reclaiming our home/Earth as they reclaimed Europe. <3
I find myself choking up remembering Dad Robert Penovich with all the commemorations/celebrations of the 75th anniversary of D-Day. Dad was a B-17 pilot whose first mission was December 31, 1944. On that 1st mission they took so much flak over Germany, they lost the landing gear and crash landed into a pond upon arriving back in Framlingham, England. I dug up a screen shot of his Flight Log Book. The dates in the logbook are 1945. Whilst he did fly the Battle of the Bulge (16 December 1944 to 25 January 1945), he did NOT fly a D-day mission. If you look at the image, he recorded the 2 food drops to Holland and 2 missions repatriating French POW's from German camps in Austria back to France.
On the 50th Anniversary of VE Day, both Mom and Dad went on a tour back to Holland where they met Dutch residents who seemingly had been waiting 50 years just to thanks the 'boys from America'. One Dutch woman took Dad's arm at a banquet and said to him, "There were no cats. There were no dogs. There were no rats. (left to eat). Thank you."
Indeed, we thank you for showing us the way. <3
