Normandy - Jump Wings & 26.2
I first visited Normandy as a young high schooler who knew the historical facts but lacked the wisdom to understand what war actually meant. I returned for the 75th anniversary and rucked 75km from Utah to Omaha Beach with Jason and hundreds of other ruckers. For the 80th, we brought our three children, and they all earned their first GORUCK Light Challenge patch on a hay-filled field as C-47s flew overhead and we simulated “I’m up, he sees me, I’m down” exercises accordingly.
Our kids loved that time in Normandy so much they wouldn’t even let us entertain the idea of not bringing them along for the 82nd, when I was given the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do a solo static-line jump with the first-ever all-female stick through Fox Force Foundation.
“Do we want to spend any time in Paris on the front or back end of Normandy?”
“No!” they all yelled in unison.
Okay, Normandy it was.
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