I wanted to save writing about our jaunt to the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial this past summer for a special occasion. Veteran’s Day presented the perfect opportunity. However, I wasn’t able to get it posted in time, so sadly I’m a day late.
I’ve always wanted to visit Normandy period, and it wouldn’t have been a complete experience without paying homage to the fallen soldiers at the cemetery. However, just as I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to see Ground Zero because of how it might affect me, that was my same trepidation when thinking of visiting the American Cemetery at Normandy.
I burst into tears within two minutes of entering the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. I had my pockets packed with tissues the morning we boarded our tour bus in Le Havre to set off for our Normandy excursion, figuring I’d have a similar reaction. After all, we were going to be walking on ground where history had actually been made, not just visiting displays in a museum about it all. (In addition to the cemetery we visited Pointe du Hoc, Arrowmanches, and an Omaha Beach memorial.)
As I expected, I needed the tissues.
But much to my surprise it wasn’t the neatly spaced white grave markers that soon came into view upon entering the cemetery grounds that got to me, as I’d anticipated they would. I did get choked up, but what sparked the most emotion was the Garden of the Missing.
The Garden of the Missing
I didn’t even realize we were in the Garden of the Missing until after we exited it though. I just knew the tour guide had emphasized we visit the section behind the war memorial, and she’d said something about “hauntingly solemn garden” and “missing” but it didn’t all fully compute in my head until after.
When I finally realized that the hushed, serene, neatly kept courtyard garden enclosed by stone walls etched with names (1,557 of them) honored the missing in action, I experienced a heartache unlike any I’d ever felt before. The thought of so many soldiers’ bodies never being found, never to be laid to rest, their families, friends and other loved ones never getting closure…the only way to let all the sadness out that I suddenly felt was via tears.
However, I didn’t learn until after our visit that some of the names on the walls had bronze rosettes next to them. That signified that later their bodies were recovered, identified and buried. But I was also told there are still more names without rosettes than with. Tragic.
(Side Note: I didn’t take many pictures of the tablets, but you can see an example of two rosettes in the image above. But it sort of emphasizes the point that most names, and therefor families, were not lucky enough to know their soldier’s remains were ever found.)
The Visitor Center and Museum
Our visit to the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial was one of the most memorable, moving experiences of any place we’ve visited yet. In addition to the graves and memorial, there’s also a wonderful museum inside the visitor center.
My only regret is that the excursion we were on didn’t allow enough time to fully explore the entire cemetery. We were given about an hour and a half, which allowed us enough time to see the overlook, but not walk down the path that wound to Omaha Beach below. (Well, we could’ve, but we wouldn’t have had time for anything else.) We saw only a couple of sections worth of graves. And we had very limited time in the museum. Another hour would’ve been good.
Tip to Travelers: Part of why an hour and a half on a tour wasn’t enough was because of the long security line to enter the museum. That ate up 20-30 minutes of our visit right there. If you have less interest in seeing the graves, my advice would be to head to the museum first, then stroll the memorial, graves, and Garden of the Missing after. (Also, bathroom lines will eat up 5-10 minutes of your time too.)
Additional Photos
Courtney Mroch is a globe-trotting restless spirit who’s both possessed by wanderlust and the spirit of adventure, and obsessed with true crime, horror, the paranormal, and weird days. Perhaps it has something to do with her genes? She is related to occult royalty, after all. Marie Laveau, the famous Voodoo practitioner of New Orleans, is one of her ancestors. (Yes, really! As explained here.) That could also explain her infatuation with skeletons.
Speaking of mystical, to learn how Courtney channeled her battle with cancer to conjure up this site, check out HJ’s Origin Story.
I was here last week February 26th 2016. I have some curious pics three exactly that there are odd bright green orbs. Two are in the trees. I took a this during day light hours at 4pm. My husband was standing next to me. It was in the trees at the back of the cemetery. Has anyone else had this happen. I want someone to look at these pics. They creek me out.
Oh how unusual. I’d love to see them. If you’d be ok posting them to our Facebook page I could ask others their opinions. https://www.facebook.com/HauntJaunts/
OR are you familiar with Lon from Phantoms & Monsters? He often posts pics and other items like that that people send in to him, and he might also have some insight. http://www.phantomsandmonsters.com/
Courtney. I just saw this response. I posted 3 raw pics in your Facebook page. And I added three more of the zoomed in on each pic. Let me know what you think. It’s in the visitor portion on your fb page. I think it’s the top post. Thanks. I appreciate it. I have searched everywhere on fb and on the web for other pics like this and can’t find anything like this anywhere.
I sent Lon a Private message in Facebook with the same pics I posted to your fb page. I would be interested to hear y’all feedback. This has literally haunted me since I discovered them. (No pun intended.). And I think I have more than just these three. It started on the first stop at dawn in the German cemetery. None were this big. But I take two-three pics of every shot to make sure I have a decent pic especially when the sun is in my eyes. I use my iPhone for everything. Even tho I have a nice professional camera and lenses- the iPhone takes great shots and I don’t have to lug around equipment. I have literally taken over 10,000+ pics in 5 different countries outside of the states, have been to every major city center in the States and I have never had anything like this before or after. I took 1500+ pics on this trip. And I found one green smudge at the beginning of the day and have several more. I discounted them as maybe lens flares- even tho they don’t look like this. The ones in the tree line behind the chapel at the American cemetery are the most fantastic ones because they are illuminated behind branches and trees. And like I may have mentioned. There wasn’t any man-made light on at 4:05pm. It was the darkest in the shadows behind the chapel and out of the wind. All I wanted to do is to get artistic shots of the grave markers behind the trees. I didn’t know I captured this and I definitely didn’t see it when I took the pics. I would have investigated right then and there if I had seen this. I hope you see my post on your fb page. Thanks advance for your response.