60 years ago today my dad landed in Normandy. He was amongst the second wave of British troops that landed on Sword Beach on D-Day. I've always known this but the current comemorations have made me stop and think how incredible it is to be so closely connected to one of the most important events of the twentieth century. I'm very proud of him.

I found the coverage of the acts of rememberence and interviews with servicemen on the TV today profoundly moving. It's odd but I watch a lot of news and bad news never affects me. I'm not one of these people that can't bare to watch the news, however grim or depressing it may be. But stories of quiet heroism, personal sacrifice or anything that shows the majesty of the human spirit always make me cry. I know I get this from my dad. Thank God he made it back all those years ago.