June 6th, 1944.
The English Channel is angry and half the men in the landing craft are seasick. Diesel fumes mix with saltwater and vomit while rifles are checked for the fifth or sixth time by hands that need something to do. Nobody talks much anymore because the jokes have all been told and the bravado has finally burned away somewhere behind the English coast.
You are nineteen years old and carrying more weight than you’ve ever carried in your life. You don’t know it yet, but it’s the most weight you will EVER carry in this life. However long or short it may be.
Your rifle rests across your knees. Your life hangs from a few pounds of steel, wood, and training. Somewhere beyond the gray horizon sits a continent that has spent five years tearing itself apart, and in a few minutes you are going to step into the middle of it.
Across from you sits another kid. He can’t be much older than you. His jaw is clenched. His knuckles are white around his weapon. Neither of you says a word because there is nothing left to say.
Then your eyes drift toward his shoulder.
That red numeral catches your eye: “1”.
You’ve seen it a thousand times before. In barracks hallways, on training fields, in motor pools, and on long marches. It never meant much beyond belonging to the same outfit.
Now it means everything.
Because in a few minutes the world is going to ask something terrible of both of you, and there is comfort in knowing that whatever waits on that beach, neither of you will face it alone.
The historians will eventually reduce this day to arrows on maps and casualty figures. Politicians will give speeches. Journalists will write books. None of that exists inside the landing craft.
What exists is fear, and duty.
What exists is the understanding that courage was never the absence of fear. Courage was always charging into the maelstrom anyway.
The shoreline emerges through the smoke. You can see flashes now. You can hear the distant percussion of artillery. Men stop checking their equipment because there is no point anymore. Whatever mistakes were made are already made. Whatever prayers were going to be said have already been said.
The coxswain throttles down.
The boat grinds forward.
The ramp is about to drop.
Into the abyss.
Overlord.
My grandpa only said one thing to me about D-Day:
“Don’t ask me about it ever again”.
I’ll never have a sliver of the guts he had. Today my June 6th is easy - because in 1944 his was anything but.
Thank you a million times over Poppa Ross. Forever my hero ❤️🇨🇦
#DDay
🇫🇮Finland celebrates its 5th Ice Hockey World Championships win.
More than 80,000 people in Helsinki participated the welcoming concert for the Finnish national team.
What does it mean to win your last game and avoid being relegated?
It means everything!
Congrats to Team Slovenia. See you and your awesome fans in 2027 in Germany ❤️👍
@lovehokej#MensWorlds#IIHF
That time a THE PRICE IS RIGHT contestant (Alene Glover) blacked out after winning the Showcase, so the show just ran the credits while they tried to revive her lol (1976)
Czech fans in blue, red and white.
Slovak fans in blue, red and white.
Most have been “pre-gaming” for 5+ hours in the Fan Zone.
Skoda car in the corner.
Perfection.
🇨🇿🇸🇮❤️
#MensWorlds
My friend Steve ran into Dominique Wilkins at a pizza place in Georgia, went home to show him the sneakers ‘Nique gave him forty years ago, and it was just as meaningful a moment for Wilkins as it was for Steve.
Beautiful.
After every practice, every game - this is Sidney Crosby.
Swamped by media requests.
And every time he answers politely, thoughtfully, genuinely.
Parents - you can try and teach your kids to be like him on the ice.
More importantly, teach them to be like Sid off of it 🇨🇦👍
THE TENNESSEE #TITANS SCHEDULE RELEASE VIDEO IS GOLD.
THEY WALKED AROUND NASHVILLE FINDING PEOPLE THAT LOOK LIKE THEIR OPPONENTS PLAYERS AND COACHES TO ANNOUNCE THEIR SCHEDULE.
THIS IS EXTREMELY FUNNY 🤣🤣🤣
Congrats to an incredible young man. A world class talent on the ice, and a wonderful person off of it. Mature beyond his years in so many great ways.
Makes me proud to be a fellow Canadian 🇨🇦
Well done Matthew Schaefer 🏆
Happy Mother’s Day to all the awesome moms out there!
And special thanks to my mom Penny for cutting my hair that one time when I was 3… and then deciding to leave it to the pros ever since… 😬
#NoOneLovesYouMoreThanYourMom ❤️