After the long journey from Cherbourg to Colleville, a mellow ride was in order. I followed what would have been the most logical route of my grandfather's unit.i split up with my father in Formigny after a few days of taking in the emotional rollercoaster that is Normandie.
A 27 mile ride that sent me through Isigny-sur-mer where Frank was held up fighting for 2 days with the 29th infantry while Trying to find the 101st airborne division.
For met (not Frank) it was an enjoyable cruise from Isigny to the tiniest of towns, La Luzerne on the outskirts of Saint-Lô.
On the eve of D Day, allied forces bombed the city of Saint-Lô into the ground in order to push German forces out of the city. What resulted from this was a massive shit fight in the month of July that wound up getting Frank nearly killed.
La Luzerne, on the outskirts of the city is where they were fighting through the bocage toward Saint-Lô, and that is where he took a piece of shrapnel to the face while his buddy was killed. You can see how challenging this terrain would be to fight in. It's hilly, full of massive hedge rows and is constantly raining.
From La Luzerne I took a country lane through the bocage that would lead me to the center of Saint-Lô. It just so happens that I did this stretch of the ride as the skies opened into a biblical level storm that nearly washed me away.
I made it to the the hilltop city of Saint-Lô in one piece. Unfortunately my grandfather couldn't have done the same, but his situation was a bit different one would say. He was such a hard ass that he went back into action not long after anyhow. Stage two in the books and another piece of history to chew on for some time.