We old folks are still in awe at just how quick the years fly by. It’s remarkable that the memories made of certain days – like June 6, 1944 – can remain so vivid in our minds.Only 11 years old, I was rushing through the upstairs hallway on a warm summer morning when my attention was drawn to the announcements on the radio.This was a day we all knew was coming.Normal broadcasts were interupted as war correspondents reported that thousands of men, thousands of ships, hundreds of airplanes had launched a massive invasion