We Were There at the Normandy Invasion

by Clayton Knight

TOWARD sunset on the first day of June, a small black car rattled past a crossroads sign in a tiny village in northwestern France. The sign pointed to the near-by town of Sainte Mère Église, about two miles farther inland. The coast of the English Channel was nearly three miles back in the other direction.Behind the wheel of the car sat a thin, anx..