75 years ago today there was a big military operation, one that you probably know by name even if you don’t know what really happened, when it was or who was involved: D-Day. I’m not the biggest history buff, I’m not quite sure how I managed to pass most history classes, but I’ve heard of D-Day, and I’m thankful to the multiple countries and some approximately 160,000 troops who made this effort and helped bring us a big step closer to defeating the Germans and their allies in WW2.
One of the headlines I’ve seen around this year’s events is that the men and women of the war, both abroad and at home, are sharing their stories. It’s not easy to talk about what happens during war, and many would rather just forget what they saw and did, which is totally understandable. But when the only things that are shared are facts (dates, times, numbers), it’s hard for many people to really understand why they should care, let alone remember anything about it. But I wish I had more stories from my grandparents and other seniors that have been in my life over the years before they passed; once they die their stories are gone.
It’s with these stories that it’s affirmed what an incredible victory was had that day, and the personal contribution that each person made. It’s also a reminder that behind every victory is a story. Sometimes it’s one of lots of details and planning, other times it’s a spur-of-the-moment decision, and often there’s a lot of grace and/or luck involved, with moving parts we never will know about. Don’t be afraid of the story or think your story doesn’t matter, stories are what paint pictures, dream dreams and make stars glow at night. Stories also inspire others and encourage them that if you were able to get through what you did to achieve victories, so too can they. What story did you write today?