Traveling with Mr. Golden Underwear.
Today, we went on a 9 1/2 hour tour of the D-Day Beaches. While Scott is in idiot savant about all things about the Normandy and WWll battles to the point that he might as well be one of those green army figures, we were both idiots with respect to what the weather might hold. While our guide and fellow tourists mainly wore sweatshirts and down coats, we braved the beaches in shorts and shirts and I felt colder than when I was in Iceland, but will no longer beach about the cold. Once we arrived, we clearly saw why the WWll soldiers are the Greatest Generation and why we are the Whiny Bitch Generation (Millennials don’t run to your Mommy and complain just yet). These soldiers traveled in the cold on rough seas, jumped clothed into frigid water, had bullets whizzing at them, while trying to ascend hills to attack the Germans. We bitch when our flight is delayed an hour. They navigated through minefields, around tanks, and got hit with bullets and grenades from bunkers and foxholes. We all have ADD, ADHD, gluten intolerance, and peanut allergies. (When I was a kid NO ONE had a peanut allergy. To today’s kids and their Smothers, Mr. Peanut might as well belong to Third Reich). At 18-20 years of age, these young guys were willing to lay down their lives for democracy and freedom. Our 18-20 year olds are willing to lay down and pretend to have a life, while playing Mortal Combat. Their generation participated earning them Purple Hearts, Silver Stars, and Medals of Honor. Our generations participate and earn a participation ribbon with extra praise for sharing our gummy bears.
The stories of these soldiers are meaningful, as they fought for our freedom and that of France. Being here, you can’t help but recognize the gratitude of the French people to our Greatest Generation as they tip their berets to Americans.
We saw a great deal of the beautiful countryside of this region from Chateaus to chapeaus on today’s trip. Scott was so moved by the collaboration among the Allies that at dinner, he mingled with Aussies and even Canadians thanking the Canadians for their service on the Beaches before damning them to hell for sending us the Polar Vortex all winter (and apparently today-Brrrrrr!). Thanks to the Greatest Generation for giving us the freedoms that we have even if allows for Kardashians, fidget spinners, and rap.
Rubber Chicken 