On the beaches of Arromanches, France - a sturdy battle took place. All the hard and painful remains are now being polished by the weather. A firm wind over the cliffs is taking sand of the beaches on its flight. The sun trades places with the rain and time. Their influences smoothen the roughness of all edges, on every hard surface. The harsh black and white of good and evil is turned into a grey memory.
Fading with time, remaining in the minds of those who once were.