Jun 6, 2022
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D-Day, June 6, 1944, America’s most unselfish day
I was born in the shadow of World War II. Each year, June 6, was a day everyone stopped and remembered this day in 1944. For many years I saw my mother shed tears on this day as she would take a photo of a young sailor from the bottom of a cedar chest.
She wrapped the photo in a silk scarf, which I later learned was a gift to my Mother from the young sailor in the picture. His…
