Two weeks in England and France led to many memorable sights. A thing that struck me on a walk along the Thames was this memorial to lost submariners of both world wars, a poignant sculpture of Brits calmly accepting the cost of violent encounters under the sea as water demons tear their vessel's metal skin apart to transport them to the next world in the next instant, as befits careholders of the Empire.
Tracing the footprints of heroes on Omaha Beach was a poignant moment. Seeing the other four D-Day beaches in Normandy made me ruminate on the brave American, British and Canadian young men who came to grapple with and ultimately throttle the Nazi scourge occupying Europe at the time.
Oxford was charming, and very hoary. A town full of future leaders of the world.
Paris. That one word says it all.
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