To me, the worst thing about the D-Day beaches is that not everyone had the opportunity to go. After going to the concentration camp at Dachau and seeing the awful things that occurred during the World War II, it was refreshing to see how the Americans were able to start the end of the German dominance. I learned so many things that I had no idea about, our tour guide, Raul, was an incredible guide. As I stood on the beach I tried to picture what it would have been like to be there on June 6th 1944. I am the same age as many of the soldiers were then. It was overwhelming to think of myself stepping out onto the beach, stepping over the motionless bodies of my friends some of which I’ve known my whole life. Being in the American cemetery, I actually forgot I was in Europe. I felt right at home standing there under the American flag, praising God for those that gave their lives for other’s freedom. I was overwhelmed with the greatest American pride.