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The eve of D-Day
From the poem Don Juan , written by Lord Byron:
"'Twas on a summer's day - the sixth of June I like to be particular in dates, Not only of the age, and year, and moon; They are a sort of post-house, where the Fates Change horses, making history change its tune....." From Bodyguard of Lies, by Anthony Cave-Brown; "The year 1974 also marked the thirtieth anniversary of D-Day, and men in great numbers who had taken part in Neptune once again visited the Far Shore. There on the beaches of Normandy, so it is said, one can hear the sound of old battles in the wind. It is the same phenomenon that one hears on the gentle rises at Waterloo. For those who require monuments, there are strange, rust-red shapes sticking out of the sea, looking so remote from present history that they might have been there since the days of Richard the Lionheart. They are the remnants of the merchantmen sunk as breakwaters for the Mulberry harbours. The seas wash over these relics, rising and falling with the fierce tides. But they are not destroyed. They remain as a testament to that time and place where the fates changed horses and history changed its tune." |
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