It is almost impossible for a June 6th to pass without my remembering the fact that it is the anniversary of D-Day. Specifically, the 68th anniversary. I was kind of surprised to see no mention of D-Day when I browsed the headlines this morning (but then, I only browsed, I didn’t look carefully). Back in May 2001, I read, D-Day, June 6, 1944: The Climactic Battle of World War II by Stephen Ambrose. I don’t think you can read that book and not come away with a profound appreciation for what culminated on June 6, 1944 and everything that led up to it.  68 years is a lifetime ago, several generations depending on how you count them. I sometimes wonder if those people still around, who participated in the D-Day assault feel the same way. Does it feel like another lifetime? Something, perhaps, seen in a movie somewhere, as opposed to experiencing first hand?