Beneath a sunny sky and the patriotic vapour trails of the Red Arrows, with the Channel calmly lapping the distant hulks of the Mulberry defences, it all looked utterly magnificent.
Precisely 77 years earlier, this stretch of the Normandy coast had been a scene of chaos, horror – and great gallantry, too. It was only a mile from this spot above Gold Beach that Company Sergeant-Major Stan Hollis of the Green Howards charged one enemy machine gun after another to win the only Victoria Cross of D- Day. He would make it home (albeit wounded), unlike 22,440 men and two women under British command.
Yesterday morning, they finally received their due when the long (the very long)-awaited Normandy Memorial was unveiled at last. Engraved on its walls and 160 pillars are the names of all of them. Just one crucial element was missing yesterday – the veterans and the families of the fallen. For them, this moment was a monumental victory in every sense of the word.
As the sun rises over the French village of Ver-Sur-Mer, British piper Steve Black plays to commemorate the fallen soldiers in a poignant scene. The names of those 22,442 men and women who lost their lives during the invasion of Nazi-occupied France are now inscribed on the pillars at the British Normandy Memorial
A pair of veterans speak during the ceremony to commemmorate 77 years since the D-Day landings
A veteran visably moved by the memorial event on Sunday June 6. ‘For them, this moment was a monumental victory in every sense of the word’
The Royal British Legion’s Commemoration of D-Day 77 with the official opening of the British Normandy Memorial ion Ver-sur-Mer, above Gold Beach in Normandy.Madame Arlette Gondree-Prichett, Proprietor of Cafe Gondree with George Payne from Manchester
D-Day veteran Joe Cattini raises his walking stick like a machine gun as he and other veterans are welcomed to the Portsmouth Historic Dockyard
D-Day veterans arrive to watch the official opening of the British Normandy Memorial in France via a live feed during a ceremony at the National Memorial Arboretum in Alrewas, Staffordshire
Donald Redstone, 96, receives the Legion d’Honneur during a ceremony at the National Memorial Arboretum in Alrewas, Staffordshire
Veterans share a joke during a ceremony at the National Memorial Arboretum in Alrewas, Staffordshire on Sunday
A veteran watches the official opening of the British Normandy Memorial in France via a live feed on Sunday
Mr Black stands alone as he looks out on to Gold Beach on top of a hillside in Ver-sur-Mer, Normandy, where thousands lost their lives
D-Day veterans George Chandler, Joe Cattini, John Dennett and Jack Quinn arrive on a landing craft at Portsmouth Historic Dockyard on Sunday
The French air force’s aerobatics squad ‘Patrouille de France’ fly over the memorial in Ver-sur-Mer in France on Sunday
Due to Covid, though, they could not be there to witness it in person. So they had gathered at the National Memorial Arboretum in Staffordshire in front of a drumhead altar and giant video screens linking them up to Normandy. There, the British ambassador, Lord Llewellyn, saluted those who had ‘lifted the shackles of tyranny, mile by bloody mile’, before declaring the memorial open.
Everything has conspired against this lot over the years. First, there was the inertia of officialdom which meant that the UK was, for decades, the only allied nation without a national memorial in Normandy – until a dogged campaign by the surviving veterans, supported by the Mail and its readers.
Then came the coronavirus. That not only scuppered plans for last autumn’s informal opening but wrecked the grand royal unveiling scheduled for yesterday – on the anniversary of D-Day itself.
Finally, even the weather had a go. While it was sunshine on the Normandy coast, it was chucking it down in Staffordshire yesterday morning, so much so that a Spitfire flypast over the arboretum had to be called off. Not that this lot were downhearted. When you have saved the free world and buried your pals along the way, a spot of summer rain is neither here nor there.
Hence a splendid turnout of 110 veterans – none of them a day under 95 – including 101-year-old Donald Sheppard, the oldest on parade. ‘Such an important day, and we’ll be over in France to see it soon enough,’ he said cheerfully. For this old soldier from the 51st Highland Division, D-Day is absolutely not in the past. Like everyone there yesterday, he had come for those in Normandy forever.
Peggy Eckert was there to honour two of them – her big brothers, Stan and Cyril, late of the Parachute Regiment. Peggy still has the letter which 19-year-old Stan scribbled in pencil to his mother, Mary, moments before the enemy charged his position on June 6, 1944. It begins: ‘Do you know mum dear, I have never realised how much you meant to me, until now…’ Cyril, 22, died of his wounds after a firefight at Pont l’Eveque six weeks later.
‘My parents never got over it,’ says Peggy, who was 11 at the time. She has been back many times to the Paras’ cemetery at Ranville, where both boys are buried. Now she can’t wait to see them on the memorial, even if it has been a long old wait. Chris Bates, 60, had come in memory of his uncle, Corporal Sidney ‘Basher’ Bates, a Camberwell lad serving with the Norfolks and the only VC -holder on the memorial. On August 6, 1944, Bates had charged into machine gun and mortar fire, again and again, before being mortally wounded.
The French Air Force Patrouille de France Team fly over the Normandy coast at the official opening ceremony at Ver-sur-Mer
Veterans watch the official opening of the British Normandy Memorial in France via a live feed during a ceremony at the National Memorial Arboretum in Alrewas, Staffordshire on Sunday
Handout photo issued by the Normandy Memorial Trust of French Air Force Patrouille de France Team performing at the official opening ceremony of the British Normandy Memorial at Ver-sur-Mer in France on the anniversary of the D-Day landings
‘My poor Nan,’ said Chris. ‘Ten days after his death, the family were bombed out in Camberwell. Churchill wanted to make an anonymous donation when he read about it.’
Troops from the 48th Royal Marines at Saint-Aubin-sur-mer on Juno Beach, Normandy, France, during the D-Day landings, 6th June 1944
Commandos of the 50th (Northumbrian) Infantry Division of the British Army coming ashore from Landing Craft Infantry at Gold Beach in Normandy, France, on 6 June 1944
As a stonemason himself, Chris Bates, was delighted with the quality of the memorial. Now, like everyone else, he wants to ensure that future generations understand why it is there, even if it’s been a while coming. ‘The Americans put their memorial up back in 1956 and it’s taken us until today,’ chuckled Frank Baugh of Doncaster. The former Royal Navy signalman has vivid memories of his landing craft taking a direct hit at Sword Beach on the morning of D-Day, of limping back to Newhaven with the wounded of the King’s Shropshire Light Infantry, of patching up the hole in the side overnight and returning to the fray the next morning.
A born raconteur, he was chosen to address the big 75th anniversary ceremony at Bayeux in 2019. Yesterday, he told me he had a confession. ‘You know, I originally opposed this memorial because I thought they should build it at Sword Beach,’ he said. ‘All I can say is I’m very glad they ignored my letter! Because this thing is wonderful.’
This was such a proud day for George Batts, the former secretary of the Normandy Veterans Association. He was the chap who collared prime minister David Cameron at the 70th anniversary in 2014 and persuaded him to back the idea of a Normandy Memorial Trust. The Government’s LIBOR fund (of banking fines) got the ball rolling. Then the Daily Mail came on board and our readers donated an astonishing £1million.
Other donations followed and a further grant from the LIBOR fund ensured that this sacred 52-acre site could take shape.
Yesterday, the trust’s chairman, Lord Ricketts, and the master of ceremonies, Nicholas Witchell, singled out Mail readers for special thanks. Many of the veterans wanted to thank Witchell himself. The BBC journalist was a founding member of the trust and has been a great driver of this project, at one point administering the whole appeal from his kitchen table.
Over in Normandy, the British ambassador, accompanied by the French minister of defence, addressed his remarks to all those back in Blighty. ‘I can assure you, standing here, that it is truly a memorial fit for heroes,’ said Lord Llewellyn. ‘A more tranquil, beautiful scene it would be hard to imagine. Peace – thanks to you, and thanks to all those whose names surround us.’
The Prince of Wales, royal patron of the appeal, had been planning to unveil the memorial himself. He sent them a lengthy video message, talking in both English and French, saluting their achievement and adding: ‘It has, for many years, been a concern to me that the memory of these remarkable individuals should be preserved for future generations.’
Eyewitness accounts were read out by serving soldiers and also by two genuine eyewitnesses, former RAF sergeant, Bernard Morgan, and Arlette Gondree. The latter had been a small girl living with her parents at the Cafe Gondree in Benouville, next to Pegasus Bridge, when it was the first piece of French soil to be liberated by the men of the Ox and Bucks.
‘Their faces appeared in black camouflage cream – frightening,’ she recalled. ‘Who were they? They were our liberators. Our heroes. The British had arrived and we were free!’
After the ceremony, a couple of elderly Paras gave her a hug. This was a day of great happiness and, in a sense, closure – though not for all. ‘I’ll only get real closure when I find out what happened to my father,’ said Peter Blyth, who was four when his father, Guardsman David Blyth, was killed. ‘His tank got knocked out on June 30, 1944 and three of the crew were never found, including my father. So he’s still missing in action.’
Don’t tell Mr Blyth that D-Day is all in the past. However, as of yesterday, this proud Yorkshireman feels that justice has certainly been done with this memorial. His verdict? ‘I think it’s just grand.’