I stood on the beaches of Normandy. On that day, there were clouds and a stiff cold wind that blew the drizzle right into my face. I had seen the pictures of the D-Day landings growing up with childish fascination, not fully comprehending. And yet standing there where those men stood, touching the damp sand with my hand, I could feel them. This was a real place. There were real human beings who bled here and died here. The enormity of their sacrifice and the miracle of what they accomplished became a bit more real for me that day. I will never really understand, but I am grateful.