tim
Moderator
One of the points that you'll see along the route -- not far from Utah Beach -- is the spot, St. Mere Eglise, where my Dad landed in the nighttime hours before the D-Day amphibious landing began. He was part of a group assigned to secure a strategically important bridge. The mission was successful, though a great loss of life was suffered among the paratroopers in this early part of the Invasion. I can't help but imagine cyclists crossing that bridge today.
And that's why they're called our greatest generation:up: