<p>The famous journalist was arrested for stowing away on a hospital ship to cover the action on Normandy, writing a more compelling article than did her husband, Ernest Hemingway.</p>
<p><span class="deck"> Along this narrow stretch of sand, all the painstaking plans for the Normandy invasion fell apart. One of the men who was lucky enough to make it past the beachhead recalls a day of fear, chaos, grief—and triumph.</span> </p>
<p><span class="deck">A soldier who landed in the second wave on Omaha Beach assesses the broadest implications of what he and his comrades achieved there.</span></p>
<p><span class="deck">This is a story of the months prior to June 6,1944, and a few of the days following, told through some of the letters my 23-year-old father, Frank Elliott, wrote my mother, Pauline, while he was with Company A of the 741st Tank Battalion, and some that she sent him at the time of the Normandy landings.</span></p>
<p><span class="deck">This magazine’s publication of wrenching wartime letters between the author’s parents brought her to international attention. At the same time, it initiated some very heartfelt conversations with our readers.</span></p>
<p>In a hard war, theirs may have been the hardest job of all. Along with Army doctors and nurses, they worked something very close to a miracle in the European theater.</p>
<p>Seventy-five years ago this June, the celebrated writer for <em>The New Yorker</em> was one of the first journalists to witness the carnage on Omaha Beach.</p>
