Going for a Swim at Omaha Beach in Colleville-sur-Mer, France
“We’ll go to the cemetery and then straight to the beach,” said my French friend. She saw the look on my face. “Or is that strange for you?” Well, yeah; I’d seen Saving Private Ryan. But it was a beautiful day and you can’t count on weather in Normandy. It's still a beach, so we went swimming under the tree line where 9,387 boys who wanted to free France are lying. There’s a vacation colony here now, too—a carnival/cemetery. The Caen Memorial (27 miles away) takes on the difficult task of explaining the invasion. It's not that we're bored of speeches and solemn faces and dwelling on painful, frightened death... No one forgets here. We were just remembering why to live. Even in August, the water here is cold.