Every June 6th I try and do a little something to commemorate the Normandy invasion. I wasn't able able to do as much as I would've liked this time, as I was stuck on Dad Duty with my little guy, but I still managed to dash out and take a couple quick shots.
I had planned on having this paratrooper suspended from my clothesline with his chute deployed, held open with some thin wire or something, as if he was dropping down.
Maybe next year.
Instead I thought to show the harsh reality that, after so much training and preparation...some of those brave souls never even made it to French soil.
I had planned on having this paratrooper suspended from my clothesline with his chute deployed, held open with some thin wire or something, as if he was dropping down.
Maybe next year.
Instead I thought to show the harsh reality that, after so much training and preparation...some of those brave souls never even made it to French soil.