Pictorial Guide To ‘D-Day 75’ Commemorative Events On Both Sides Of The Channel By The U.K. “Daily Mail”.
Remember. Reflect. Rejoice!
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Nice, easy to follow guide. Just note that the times are LOCAL. So, 5-6 hours ahead of U.S. Eastern.
Remember ‘D-Day 75‘ is June 6, 2019, not June 5. Huge day. You have to pause and give it some thought. Remember. Reflect. Rejoice!
Remember. Reflect. Rejoice!
This are at least 16 (yes, sixteen) D-Day specific posts on this blog, not counting all those on ‘Churchill‘ and the ‘RAF‘. So, please check them out. They all contain painstakingly researched images or videos. You will be amply rewarded.
I am a great admirer of D-Day.
I always pause to reflect on this day, June 6, 1944 — 9-years ahead of my birth.
D-Day, of course, changed the course of history — of course, for the better.
Yes, this being the 75th anniversary we will, quite rightly, see lots of gusto, pomp and ceremony. I wish we would celebrate it with similar vigor each and every year.
I was in London for the 50th anniversary. That was quite an occasion.
If NOT for the Allied heroics of this day we will NOT be speaking English.
Cool — right? Hurrah for London and us the open-minded Brits. I am all for it. I gather that the caveat ‘brick-and-mortar’ is very important since their others that claim that they also have ‘vagina museums’, albeit not in a permanent location.
Lets face it. The MOST NATURAL thing in the world! With the exception of totally in-vitro test tube babies all of us came to earth via a vagina. So, why not celebrate it, why not explore it.
Can’t say it will be the first museum I rush to see the next time in London. It is not like we have a shortage of GREAT museums in London.
Kind of have a fairly good idea of what we are likely to see. Hhmmm!
Visited the ‘Sex Museum‘, in New York, soon after it opened. It was anti-climatic.
But, I wish them well.
Up the Vagina — as THEY are likely to be saying, being Brits (as I am)
The Diary Of Anne Frank
Why Is The U.K. Giving PREFERENTIAL Treatment To Donald Trump By Flying A Giant Balloon In His Honor?
This is unprecedented!
We, the Brits, have never bestowed such an honor on any prior U.S. President. For that matter, to any Head of State.
Why just for Donald Trump?
I am NOT happy.
This is WRONG. Very wrong.
Trump, at best, should be treated like all other U.S. Presidents before him.
Quite the yarn. Very entertaining. Very clever. Lot of fun. You will LAUGH and you will come out refreshed.
Went to see it, on Easter, in Portsmouth (NH) at Cinemagic, after going to the ‘ocean’ and before going for dinner. Third movie we have seen this year, all at the Cinemagic, and there is an obvious theme in that the other two were: “Paddington 2” & “Peter Rabbit“. Yes, we like cartoons, featuring make-believe entities set in Britain. In a way there are similarities between all three of these movies, “Paddington” and it both set in London — but it is all good.
Definitely helps IF you know your Arthur Conan Doyle in that there are references to things such as the Arthur Conan Doyle.
Curious, THOUGHT-provoking portrayal of Sherlock — though we also get to meet his ex-finance. Curious that Elton John was the Producer! Was that a coincidence.
They say that people remember when they were when they heard that President John K. Kennedy had been shot on November 22, 1963. I do too. I was in Ceylon, all of 10-years old. My adoptive father got a phone call. I don’t know from whom. Then he came and sat down and said: ‘President Kennedy had been shot‘.
I was 27-years old when John Lennon got killed. I remember that more graphically.
We, and by that I mean MOST Brits living in Great Britain at the time, did not hear about the tragic shooting until the next day, Tuesday, December 9, 1980. That was because the shooting took place in New York at 10:50pm U.S. Eastern Time. It was already Tuesday morning in Britain.
I heard the news, that totally shattered me, on my company car radio, around 8am, while seated in traffic, in north London trying to get to work at ITT in Cockfosters. I can still see it in my mind’s eye. Me sitting in traffic. Yet another damp, dark, dreary December morning. It was all shades of grey and brown. I sat there in shock.
Wow. 37-years ago.