THE DAY June 6, 1944
The commander of a U. S. base in England said to his airmen: "May I have your attention, please? This is what we have been waiting for. This is invasion morning." His young men went out to their planes, and up into the Channel dawn.
Near midnight the first C-47 transport planes reached their objective near Cherbourg. Men snapped their rip cords over static lines, waited, crouching. The command came, and they leaped. White, yellow and red parachutes blossomed in the night. Men by the thousands floated down upon captive France.
Battleships, cruisers, destroyers stood off the...
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