Normandy: Valor and Sacrifice #TuesdayTravels

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Since tomorrow is Veteran’s Day, I thought it appropriate for today’s Tuesday Travels topic to be the valor and sacrifice of the men who landed on the beaches at Normandy.

Omaha Beach Memorial

VIERVILLE SUR MER – APRIL 6: the memorial on Omaha Beach in Normandy on April 6, 2015 Vierville Sur Mer, France

On my July 2015 cruise, our first Port of Call was Le Havre, France. According to our guide, the correct pronunciation is “L’Avruh”, not “Le Harv”. The name simply means the harbor. We were one of the first groups off the ship, mustering at 7:30AM after a very short nice. (We lost an hour between London and Le Harve.) I hadn’t yet bought my new camera, so today’s photos are from bigstockphoto.com. (So happy I had credits left this summer.)

The motor coach took us to Normandy where we saw the beaches and cliffs the Allied forces were forced to assault. It’s no wonder there was such tremendous loss of life. We toured the Museum of the Landing Day at Arromanches, a lovely beach town, where we saw a film about the building of two artificial harbors developed by the British, called Mulberries, that were used to unload the heavy equipment needed for the campaign: jeeps, trucks, tanks, etc. A storm blew up shortly after the invasion and destroyed the Mulberry in the American sector. You can still see remnants of the British Mulberry near Arromanche les Bains.

Arromanche Beach

Arromanches les Bains seafront beach and remains of the artificial harbour used on D-Day in World War II. Normandy France.

After lunch we visited Pointe du Hoc where visitors can climb onto some of the German bunkers and imagine how overwhelming it must have been to land on an exposed beach, then climb cliffs to engage the enemy.

American cemetery

Grave markers at American cemetery, Colville, France

Rose left at grave

Rose left at grave of unknown soldier, American cemetery, Colville, France, July 2015

Our tour ended at the American Cemetery in Colleville, a very moving experience. Some of the markers are for unknown solders and read

“Here rests in honored glory a comrade in arms known but to God”.

I teared up when I saw that someone had left a pink rosebud by one of these markers.

Veteran’s Day used to be known as Armistice Day, the day World War I, the “war to end all wars,” came to its conclusion. Unfortunately, the Treaty of Versailles the followed planted the seeds for the next war. I wish WWI had been the war to end all wars, but sadly that did not happen. And that is why it’s important to reflect on the sacrifices of our men and women, and not just on Veteran’s Day.

Linda

Note: This may be the only Tuesday Travels this month as I have signed up for National Novel Writing Month for the first time this November. So the plan is to work on my next Regency romance instead of blogging.

Serving the Serpent by @DaisyBanks16 #PNRThursday #dragons

Paranormal Romance logo Paranormal author Daisy Banks joins us today to tell us about her upcoming release, Serving the Serpent, part of the Paranormal Thursday tour.

Serving the Serpent coverBlurb:

In Wales, Ceridwyn takes up her inherited duty to care for the dragons in the mountains. Awed by them and the huge book about them, she is determined to prove her worth.

Far away in Norway, Leif has growing concerns for his sick dragon. He discovers only one cure will stop his dragon’s suffering. The mighty Herensuge must journey to find his bonded mate.

When they meet, Ceri and Leif make combined efforts to aid the dragons and discover an astonishing surprise. The great lore book each of them protects tells they have a responsibility to the future. At this rare and magical time, not only the dragon pairing must occur.

Join Ceri and Leif as they work to keep the sworn silence and keep the dragons safe. Friendship is growing between them, but will it be enough? Can love blossom between two chosen to serve the serpent?

Excerpt:

Ceri said a swift, silent prayer and ducked into the cave mouth. Here, she undid the belt at her hips so her robes hung smooth as they should, and she slid off her Wellington boots. From this entrance, she’d tread barefoot over the chilly surface of the compacted pale clay and raw quartz pebbles of the path. Along and down, she searched with her fingers over the cold and damp rock wall, feeling her way down. She descended deeper into the gloom and passed the low-hanging lump of granite Mam always called Lizzie’s Pap. The darkness now complete, her stomach rolling and her breathing rapid, she heard the echo of Mam’s instructions in her mind as she stepped for the first time onto the gravel-edged shore where the dark waters of the Jet Llyn joined her world to that of her new charges. She counted four paces forward. Blind for now, she stretched out her right arm and felt about in the darkness until she found the thick branch of wood holding the torch she needed to light.

Tiny pebbles stuck under her toes. The nip in the air sent a shiver over her as she set her willow wand down, and with her fingers a bit shaky, she struck the match to light the moss wound around the top of the pole wedged into the gravel. The torch flared. The dry stalks, which must be replaced each visit here, took easily and burned up bright. She breathed out in a rush of relief. So far, everything was as it should be. A fresh rash of trembles raised gooseflesh all down her arms and not because of the chill in the cavern.

Ceri picked up her wand and lifted the lit torch. She carried the light in front of her in her left hand until she reached the scrap of gritty beach with its short rock causeway that projected forward like a finger reaching out toward the middle of the deep water. Here, she held the torch shoulder high so the light glittered and reflected as in a mirror off the depths of the Jet Llyn. In her other hand, she held the quartz-crystal-tipped rod, and pointing it, she positioned the clear stone on her wand so it hovered over the still dark surface.

She swallowed, gave a little quiver, forced down her apprehension, and sucked in a breath.

Beneath the quartz point of her rod, illuminated by the bright torchlight, a single fat bubble rose. The water rippled. Stronger circular movements followed until small waves lapped at the shore inches from where she curled her toes so they gripped into the stones. An itch tickled in her palm, but she kept the rod steady.

Just as Mam said, they were coming for her.

The dragons were coming.

Serving the Serpent will be available from Liquid Silver Books on 23rd of November 2015

Daisy Banks writes both sweet and spicy romance in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. Her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married, with two grown up sons. Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing. There are also some rare occasions she makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan.

Find Daisy banks here:
Blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/
Amazon page: http://amazon.com/author/daisybanks

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Other authors participating in the tour:

Carmen Stefanescu: http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/
Daisy Banks: https://daisybanks.wordpress.com/
Flossie Benton Rogers: http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog/
M. S. Kaye: http://booksbymsk.com/
Kim Kasch: http://www.kimkasch.blogspot.com
Cassandra Ulrich: http://cassandraulrich.blogspot.com/
Julie Dárcy: http://juliedarcystoryweaver.blogspot.com.au/
Margo Bond Collins: http://www.MargoBondCollins.com
Adrienne Woods: https://woodsadrienne.wordpress.com/
N. N. Light: http://princessofthelight.wordpress.com
Penny Estelle: http://www.pennyestelle.blogspot.com