Rest in peace
In April, a friend and I went to Normandy, France. We visited Omaha Beach and Utah Beach, plus the American Cemetery at Utah Beach. The cemetery is on top of a bluff, over-looking the English Channel. Everything was perfectly manicured.
The cemetery has 4,000 grave sites of those who died at Utah Beach on D-Day. However, another 6,000 of those lost were returned to the U.S. at the request of their families. The wall surrounding the entrance has the names of hundreds more who were missing in action.
While we were there, a special ceremony was held. “The Star-Spangled Banner” was played, then taps, followed by two minutes of silence. We received a yellow rose, and went to find the grave of a Texan.
Each white marble cross had the soldier’s full name, unit, home state and date of death. No rank. No age. On the other side of the marker was their serial number. We walked for several minutes, but before we could find the grave of a Texan, we found a very special grave. It did not have the usual information.
It read: “Here rests, in honor and glory, our comrade in arms known only to God.”
I looked on the other side of the cross for the serial number. There was not one. The grave we selected could have been a Texan, but more important, it was an American who had given his life for our freedom. May he rest in peace.