My Grandfather, Remembering


We have been moving non-stop since arriving in Europe and I haven’t had a chance to process many photos at all.

In a quick review this evening before bed I remembered I captured this picture of my grandfather staring out the window of a bus at the once-bloody road which led him from Omaha Beach into the mainland.

I think his face says more than I ever could.

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