Today is the 65th anniversary of the Invasion of Normandy, better known as D-Day. A few days ago marked the 65th anniversary of a turning point in the history of my family. It was May 1944 and my grandfather Dewey Jenkins (yes his name was Dewey don't laugh) was set to ship out to England and take part in the most important battle of the century. Just days before leaving one of his buddies jumped on his back and blew out his knee. Just days later, laid up in the infirmary he was informed of the deaths of his entire platoon in the first wave of the attack. He would spend months in the hospital and was discharged from the Army. He went on to father 10 children, over 20 grandchildren and over 10 great-grandchildren. (I think those are correct. I haven't meet all of my second cousins). So on this day I salute the men that were not as lucky as my grandfather and perished on Normandy beach.