PDJT’s Speech at Normandy

My very dear fellow American patriots…dear to me not only because of who each of you are as individuals, but also because your very presence and participation here in the Wolf’s Den marks you as a genuine, authentic, and enthusiastic supporter of our beloved Republic and what it truly means to be an American…

I thought it appropriate on this, the 75th Anniversary of the D-day landings in Normandy….the beginning of the end of the vile evil and scourge of WWII…to single out our President’s marvelous commemorative speech, which I feel entirely deserving of it’s own post here in our space.

How good was this speech? A: even CNN’s Bob Costa praised it.

Prior to that text, however, I have taken the liberty of including what I feel are the three most important scenes from what is unquestionably and inarguably one of the finest films ever made on the subject of D-day and the momentous few days following it…Saving Private Ryan.

Not because of the film’s fictional plot, but rather because of the profound ideas and deep emotions the film so accurately and indelibly captures throughout. And it is these things that were so perfectly captured in President Trump’s remarks made today in Normandy.

I place these videos here so that they might appropriately place you correctly in both heart and mind to fully appreciate President’s historic remarks delivered today overlooking one of the landing sites.

Thank a vet….never forget.


President Trump remarks…

“President Macron, Mrs. Macron, and the people of France; to the First Lady of the United States and members of the United States Congress; to distinguished guests, veterans, and my fellow Americans:

We are gathered here on Freedom’s Altar. On these shores, on these bluffs, on this day 75 years ago, 10,000 men shed their blood, and thousands sacrificed their lives, for their brothers, for their countries, and for the survival of liberty.

Today, we remember those who fell, and we honor all who fought right here in Normandy. They won back this ground for civilization.

To more than 170 veterans of the Second World War who join us today: You are among the very greatest Americans who will ever live. You’re the pride of our nation. You are the glory of our republic. And we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

Here with you are over 60 veterans who landed on D-Day. Our debt to you is everlasting. Today, we express our undying gratitude.

When you were young, these men enlisted their lives in a Great Crusade — one of the greatest of all times. Their mission is the story of an epic battle and the ferocious, eternal struggle between good and evil.

On the 6th of June, 1944, they joined a liberation force of awesome power and breathtaking scale. After months of planning, the Allies had chosen this ancient coastline to mount their campaign to vanquish the wicked tyranny of the Nazi empire from the face of the Earth.

The battle began in the skies above us. In those first tense midnight hours, 1,000 aircraft roared overhead with 17,000 Allied airborne troops preparing to leap into the darkness beyond these trees.

Then came dawn. The enemy who had occupied these heights saw the largest naval armada in the history of the world. Just a few miles offshore were 7,000 vessels bearing 130,000 warriors. They were the citizens of free and independent nations, united by their duty to their compatriots and to millions yet unborn.

There were the British, whose nobility and fortitude saw them through the worst of Dunkirk and the London Blitz. The full violence of Nazi fury was no match for the full grandeur of British pride.

There were the Canadians, whose robust sense of honor and loyalty compelled them to take up arms alongside Britain from the very, very beginning.

There were the fighting Poles, the tough Norwegians, and the intrepid Aussies. There were the gallant French commandos, soon to be met by thousands of their brave countrymen ready to write a new chapter in the long history of French valor.

And, finally, there were the Americans. They came from the farms of a vast heartland, the streets of glowing cities, and the forges of mighty industrial towns. Before the war, many had never ventured beyond their own community. Now they had come to offer their lives half a world from home.

This beach, codenamed Omaha, was defended by the Nazis with monstrous firepower, thousands and thousands of mines and spikes driven into the sand, so deeply. It was here that tens of thousands of the Americans came.

The GIs who boarded the landing craft that morning knew that they carried on their shoulders not just the pack of a soldier, but the fate of the world. Colonel George Taylor, whose 16th Infantry Regiment would join in the first wave, was asked: What would happen if the Germans stopped right then and there, cold on the beach — just stopped them? What would happen? This great American replied: “Why, the 18th Infantry is coming in right behind us. The 26th Infantry will come on too. Then there is the 2nd Infantry Division already afloat. And the 9th Division. And the 2nd Armored. And the 3rd Armored. And all the rest. Maybe the 16th won’t make it, but someone will.”

One of those men in Taylor’s 16th Regiment was Army medic Ray Lambert. Ray was only 23, but he had already earned three Purple Hearts and two Silver Stars fighting in North Africa and Sicily, where he and his brother Bill, no longer with us, served side by side.

In the early morning hours, the two brothers stood together on the deck of the USS Henrico, before boarding two separate Higgins landing craft. “If I don’t make it,” Bill said, “please, please take care of my family.” Ray asked his brother to do the same.

Of the 31 men on Ray’s landing craft, only Ray and 6 others made it to the beach. There were only a few of them left. They came to the sector right here below us. “Easy Red” it was called. Again and again, Ray ran back into the water. He dragged out one man after another. He was shot through the arm. His leg was ripped open by shrapnel. His back was broken. He nearly drowned.

He had been on the beach for hours, bleeding and saving lives, when he finally lost consciousness. He woke up the next day on a cot beside another badly wounded soldier. He looked over and saw his brother Bill. They made it. They made it. They made it.

At 98 years old, Ray is here with us today, with his fourth Purple Heart and his third Silver Star from Omaha. Ray, the free world salutes you. Thank you, Ray.

Nearly two hours in, unrelenting fire from these bluffs kept the Americans pinned down on the sand now red with our heroes’ blood. Then, just a few hundred yards from where I’m standing, a breakthrough came. The battle turned, and with it, history.

Down on the beach, Captain Joe Dawson, the son of a Texas preacher, led Company G through a minefield to a natural fold in the hillside, still here. Just beyond this path to my right, Captain Dawson snuck beneath an enemy machine gun perch and tossed his grenades. Soon, American troops were charging up “Dawson’s Draw.” What a job he did. What bravery he showed.

Lieutenant Spalding and the men from Company E moved on to crush the enemy strongpoint on the far side of this cemetery, and stop the slaughter on the beach below. Countless more Americans poured out across this ground all over the countryside. They joined fellow American warriors from Utah beach, and Allies from Juno, Sword, and Gold, along with the airborne and the French patriots.

Private First Class Russell Pickett, of the 29th Division’s famed 116th Infantry Regiment, had been wounded in the first wave that landed on Omaha Beach. At a hospital in England, Private Pickett vowed to return to battle. “I’m going to return,” he said. “I’m going to return.”

Six days after D-Day, he rejoined his company. Two thirds had been killed already; many had been wounded, within 15 minutes of the invasion. They’d lost 19 just from small town of Bedford, Virginia, alone. Before long, a grenade left Private Pickett again gravely wounded. So badly wounded. Again, he chose to return. He didn’t care; he had to be here.

He was then wounded a third time, and laid unconscious for 12 days. They thought he was gone. They thought he had no chance. Russell Pickett is the last known survivor of the legendary Company A. And, today, believe it or not, he has returned once more to these shores to be with his comrades. Private Pickett, you honor us all with your presence.

By the fourth week of August, Paris was liberated. Some who landed here pushed all the way to the center of Germany. Some threw open the gates of Nazi concentration camps to liberate Jews who had suffered the bottomless horrors of the Holocaust. And some warriors fell on other fields of battle, returning to rest on this soil for eternity.

Before this place was consecrated to history, the land was owned by a French farmer, a member of the French resistance. These were great people. These were strong and tough people. His terrified wife waited out D-Day in a nearby house, holding tight to their little baby girl. The next day, a soldier appeared. “I’m an American,” he said. “I’m here to help.” The French woman was overcome with emotion and cried. Days later, she laid flowers on fresh American graves.

Today, her granddaughter, Stefanie, serves as a guide at this cemetery. This week, Stefanie led 92-year-old Marian Wynn of California to see the grave of her brother Don for the very first time.

Marian and Stefanie are both with us today. And we thank you for keeping alive the memories of our precious heroes. Thank you.

9,388 young Americans rest beneath the white crosses and Stars of David arrayed on these beautiful grounds. Each one has been adopted by a French family that thinks of him as their own. They come from all over France to look after our boys. They kneel. They cry. They pray. They place flowers. And they never forget. Today, America embraces the French people and thanks you for honoring our beloved dead. Thank you.

To all of our friends and partners: Our cherished alliance was forged in the heat of battle, tested in the trials of war, and proven in the blessings of peace. Our bond is unbreakable.

From across the Earth, Americans are drawn to this place as though it were a part of our very soul. We come not only because of what they did here. We come because of who they were.

They were young men with their entire lives before them. They were husbands who said goodbye to their young brides and took their duty as their fate. They were fathers who would never meet their infant sons and daughters because they had a job to do. And with God as their witness, they were going to get it done. They came wave after wave, without question, without hesitation, and without complaint.

More powerful than the strength of American arms was the strength of American hearts.

These men ran through the fires of hell moved by a force no weapon could destroy: the fierce patriotism of a free, proud, and sovereign people. They battled not for control and domination, but for liberty, democracy, and self-rule.

They pressed on for love in home and country — the Main Streets, the schoolyards, the churches and neighbors, the families and communities that gave us men such as these.

They were sustained by the confidence that America can do anything because we are a noble nation, with a virtuous people, praying to a righteous God.

The exceptional might came from a truly exceptional spirit. The abundance of courage came from an abundance of faith. The great deeds of an Army came from the great depths of their love.

As they confronted their fate, the Americans and the Allies placed themselves into the palm of God’s hand.

The men behind me will tell you that they are just the lucky ones. As one of them recently put it, “All the heroes are buried here.” But we know what these men did. We knew how brave they were. They came here and saved freedom, and then, they went home and showed us all what freedom is all about.

The American sons and daughters who saw us to victory were no less extraordinary in peace. They built families. They built industries. They built a national culture that inspired the entire world. In the decades that followed, America defeated communism, secured civil rights, revolutionized science, launched a man to the moon, and then kept on pushing to new frontiers. And, today, America is stronger than ever before.

Seven decades ago, the warriors of D-Day fought a sinister enemy who spoke of a thousand-year empire. In defeating that evil, they left a legacy that will last not only for a thousand years, but for all time — for as long as the soul knows of duty and honor; for as long as freedom keeps its hold on the human heart.

To the men who sit behind me, and to the boys who rest in the field before me, your example will never, ever grow old. Your legend will never tire. Your spirit — brave, unyielding, and true — will never die.

The blood that they spilled, the tears that they shed, the lives that they gave, the sacrifice that they made, did not just win a battle. It did not just win a war. Those who fought here won a future for our nation. They won the survival of our civilization. And they showed us the way to love, cherish, and defend our way of life for many centuries to come.

Today, as we stand together upon this sacred Earth, we pledge that our nations will forever be strong and united. We will forever be together. Our people will forever be bold. Our hearts will forever be loyal. And our children, and their children, will forever and always be free.

May God bless our great veterans. May God bless our Allies. May God bless the heroes of D-Day. And may God bless America.”

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FG&C, Heartfelt thank you for posting President Trump’s speech, Saving Private Ryan clips, and your thoughts.


It was a beautiful tribute, an inspired speech and an overall wonderful day of reflection and remembrance. I had a grandad, infantryman, who landed on the beach that terrible day and another, 82nd airborne machine gunner, who jumped into Holland shortly afterward.
Neither ever talked about it, I had to find out their war stories after they died. My paternal grandad, the paratrooper, had one story which I have no way of verifying of course. After operation Garden Market I believe the story is they’d found their way into Berlin about the time the Russians did. Story is he came out with a trove of nazi loot only to end up loosing it all while spending the boat ride back home in the brig. He never admitted anything beyond he thinks he might have killed the other GI who picked a fight with him.
Fuck these communists trying to take our country over, let em try.


Thank you, FG&C.
I thank God we have President Trump while these WWII Veterans are still alive. He is so authentic in his love for our country and those who defend our freedoms. He will never “just go through the motions.”
This speech is one for the ages. I am so appreciative to have it published here as part of the chronicles of our Wolf Den.

Linda K Harrison

Wolfmoon – I hope you can see this. Someone named “convert” was asking about PHC on OT. I tried to respond to him/her but the comment went nowhere (probably to moderation).
I am new to your site and am currently only a “reader” not “commenter” – y’all are light years ahead of me, still trying to go from dark to light. I originally started reading at CTH but almost never commented. I lost my password and when I tried to get a new one WP wouldn’t let me. I lost all of my favorite people until someone posted about the QTreehouse on OT. I finally found all of you and don’t want to lose you again. I have been able to follow Q on qmap.com and a facebook group wwg1wga.
It brings tears to my eyes everytime I see someone who is looking for PHC and has no way to find him. I am just stunned at all of the “fake” christians who would allow the rift between the two sites. I beg you with a heavy heart if there is anything you can do – please, please help.
I posted this here because there were only two comments in hopes it would be easier for you to see. Many thanks. BTW – I love the new QTH.


Welcome, Linda!
*waves* 😃👋
Glad you found us!

Sylvia Avery

Wheatie are you fully operational with WP again? Hope all your probs have been resolved.


I am…as long as I don’t go to PHC’s site.
Then the problems start again.
It’s weird.
I went there today and tried to make a comment…but was locked out again.
Had a similar problem, the last time I went to the CTH, to see if I could ‘like’ or comment there.
So it’s hard not to think that the problem is related.

Sylvia Avery

Yes, it is isn’t it.

Linda K Harrison

wheatietoo – Thank you. Waves back. I am so very happy to be here.

Sylvia Avery

Linda, welcome to our home! I’m so glad you found your way here.
It is heartbreaking that people who want to know how PHC is doing or who want to say goodbye are kept from that information. If there were anyway that Wolfmoon could heal things, he would have done so. He has tried.
What exactly is the root of the problem, I don’t know. Theories abound.
But we can come here and we can do our part together. I hope you post more, Linda. Thanks for letting us know you’re here.

Linda K Harrison

Thank you.
After reading Wolfmoon’s post yesterday I was so hoping that he would be able to “see” “convert”‘s e-mail address and information and perhaps reach out to him/her. I see that you post to phc frequently, please let him know that there are people who would like to reach out to him.
I lost an only child several years ago and maybe I am just too sensitive to what is happening.
I find it odd that since I almost never post anything that I would be banned from the OT. I was wondering if there was some type of glitch in WP that is causing all of this. I don’t have a pass word so I can’t sign in, sometimes it will let me post and other times not. I tried to reach out to daughnworks last week so let her know that I really liked the story she shared and my comment wouldn’t post. This seems to be pretty hit or miss. I thought when I commented to Wolfmoon about phc that it would have wound up in the bin and not on an actual thread. Since it seems to be letting me post today, perhaps I will go back and see if I can find “convert”‘s comment and let him/her know. Worth a try.

Plain Jane

Here are excerpts from letters DH’s father wrote from England to DH’s mother here in the states.
June 6, 1944:
Hello Hon,
Well that D day has finally come and suppose you know more about it than we do because these Englishmen wouldn’t stop a program on the radio to tell about anything even if the world came to an end. …
June 7, 1944
…News still seems to be good about the invasion and hope it continues that way….
Also June 7, 1944 (second letter for this date)
We did know that there was more planes going out the last two nights so naturally we had an idea something was up. It is just a continuous roar all the time day and night now from the planes going over. I woke up a dozen times last night from the roar and it is a pretty sight to look in the sky and see thousands of planes. You have no idea what it looks like and I mean those planes are giving them plentyy of hell over there with very few losses considering the amount of planes going over.
Wish I could tell you more about different things, but I can’t. I guess the main thing to you is that Iam not in it, and it will be quite a while before our outfit would go over there so please take my word for it and don’t worry….
I can’t see how Germany an last long with whatthis invasion army has to back them up, because I have seen plenty while driving around through England that you couldn’t believe unless you saw it with your own eyes. It is wonderful is all I can tell you now.

Sylvia Avery

Thank you, Plain Jane. That was wonderful.

Plain Jane

YW Sylvia. DH’s parents wrote to each other every day, except when Dad was restricted. He sent Mom’s letters back to her with his letters. We have all the letters from his service days. They are a love story of newlyweds.
DH was born right before Dad shipped off. DH didn’t see his Dad until DH was 3 y old.


Thank you for posting President Trumps inspiring speech, honoring the “Greatest Generation”. I was moved to tears many times throughout the President s words , the 21 gun salute, the presentation of medals to our remaining hero’s from that momentous time and especially the expressions on the beautiful faces.
My daddy served in 3 campaigns WW2, Korea and Vietnam , being a “lifer” in the Air Force.
He was the fixer of all things jet airplanes and had earned the nic “Doc” throughout his storied career. Although he rarely recounted wartime stories, he remained steadfast friendships with his “brothers” until his untimely sudden death in the early 90s.
Whenever I watch any footage of military operations I find myself looking for my dad in every clip..Just doing his doctoring of the big birds, and the moral of his “boys”.
God bless them all .We surely do owe them all.

Sylvia Avery

Thanks for sharing your memories of your dad. My dad was of that generation as well. They were remarkable. We owe them so much.

SteveInCO · Thermonuclear MAGA

And for those whose loved ones did not return:

Sylvia Avery

Really nice, Steve.

SteveInCO · Thermonuclear MAGA

I read somewhere that of all the songs Belinda Carlisle did, this was her personal favorite.


Thank you for posting this speech- I watched it yesterday and was moved by it.


Thank you for posting this moving speech, FG&C. I especially liked this part, and I wonder if it wasn’t also a message to all those EU globalists about the importance of sovereignty.
“More powerful than the strength of American arms was the strength of American hearts.
These men ran through the fires of hell moved by a force no weapon could destroy: the fierce patriotism of a free, proud, and sovereign people. They battled not for control and domination, but for liberty, democracy, and self-rule.”

Sylvia Avery

Thanks for posting the transcript for us, FG&C. Really appreciated it.


Scott467 was discussing writing style yesterday, and how it reflects the writer.
I am going to guess Stephen Miller wrote these perfect words, and perfectly conveyed President Trump’s beautiful soul, twinned with his own.


TY FG&C. One our President’s best speeches and I’m sure will be remembered for generations to come.

A Fortiori

While I love flyovers of WWII aircraft, and we need the speeches of our elected officials to mark these events, the highlight of yesterday’s “The Final Salute D-Day Plus 75 Years” were the times when we had to dive into the lives of the people involved. The chronological readings from contemporary speeches, prayers and hand written letters, delivered mostly by military men from the US, UK and France without applause and without interruption save for a couple of flyovers, presented a stark and moving picture of the events surrounding D-Day. So too did the recounting of the records of the 100 plus surviving men and women who served in WWII and who were in attendance.
I’d like to recount a thought from the readings that I found particularly moving.
The US D-Day memorial lies Bedford, VA, a small town situated in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains that is bathed in the pastoral beauty that I find so striking every time I go there. Bedford suffered, by proportion, the largest loss of any community in America on D-Day, which is why it now hosts the memorial.
It is difficult to fully comprehend this loss. At the time, Bedford had a population of 3,200 people. When the National Guard’s 116th Infantry Regiment was activated in February 1941, Bedford, like eleven other Virginia communities, provided a company of soldiers (Company A) to the 29th Infantry Division.
As anyone who have lived in Virginia knows, the deep sense of honor and dignity that impelled Robert E. Lee to service still lives here (with some diminution in the DC suburbs, which is probably why the rest of VA refers to this area as Occupied VA). And so these young men would probably have represented the strongest, most competitive and most virile of the Bedford population; the cream of the crop.
On D-Day, thirty of those young men landed on Omaha beach. Ten survived the landing.
“Rather than pray for these men because they died here today, let us thank God that these men were born.”

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