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Omaha Beach

I looked out the window as our bus was pulled into the parking lot. I could see the beach from my seat on the right side of the vehicle. Omaha beach was just outside those closed doors. The perfect picturesque sand and sea was once a ground drenched in blood and lost souls. I tried to envision the U.S soldiers sprinting from their boats immediately being fired upon by the Germans who were hiding up in the rolling green hills. Beach houses, shacks and restaurants now stood where the enemy waited to attack. The sand rippled from the tides of the ice-cold water. I stood frozen as an icicle assessing how the soldiers swam in this arctic water. Starring out onto the horizon, my heart ached, I felt so thankful to be where I am today. Even though I was born Canadian, I am so proud to now be living in a country where men fought and died for freedom and justice. I will never forget the sand and cliffs from which these men trekked, the deep, jagged, dirt trenches that shielded them, and the final resting ground where they could be at peace.

(2013)

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