When we visited Normandy a few years ago, we had the chance to visit the American Cemetery there. Rows upon rows of white markers are a grim reminder of the price that was paid to liberate Europe.
More sobering and more poignant was the visit to the German Cemetery nearby. Rather than the smooth white crosses, their crosses are of rough hewn black stone. The markers tell the story of many who were cut down in their teens. The thing that moved me the most, however, is the care that is given to the graves of those who were the enemy. Their sacrifice — willing or unwilling — is not forgotten. The flags of the Allied nations fly outside, and flying alongside them is the flag of Germany.
It's a lesson we could learn today: Love your enemies. We're all in this thing together; let's try to get along.