Looking back on the 81st anniversary of D-Day
“In My Heart
He Will Always Live,
The Best Of Sons
That God Could Give – Mother”
Headstone inscription of William J. Cliffe, aged 20, Vauville, France.
Traveling to Normandy for D-Day remembrance is something of a pilgrimage for the many visitors each year. Singing for remembrance is likewise more to me than simply performing. It is part of a bigger process in which I’m trying to understand why we go to war and what, if anything, can make the cost of war worthwhile. Meeting veterans and hearing their stories is part of this. Notably, no veteran I have met has ever said he regretted standing up against tyranny and terror by fighting. And yet the personal cost was great: the loss of friends, the years of sleepless nights and of having nightmares when still awake, the pain from injuries from more than eight decades ago.
This year, I sang for British, Canadian, French, and US ceremonies, ranging from the official UK ceremony at the British Normandy Memorial in Ver sur Mer organised by the Spirit of Normandy Trust to a ceremony at a single grave in Vauville. I drew up the Orders of Service for the ceremonies in Bayeux Cathedral and at Bayeux War Cemetery, working with the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, the City of Bayeux, the clergy, and, for the cemetery, the Royal British Legion. I sang at the farewell dinner of the Best Defense Foundation, in the presence of twenty-two US veterans in the magnificent setting of Caen City Hall, a former Abbey and the resting place of William the Conqueror. I also sang at the ashes of a British airman, Wally Trout, who, having found peace in Grangues in 1944, asked to be interred there. Both the large-scale ceremonies and the personal ceremonies had their impact.
One message was clear to me from the veterans. Our liberation and freedom should not be taken for granted.