Ike’s son reflects on the great British leader.
Prime Minister Winston Churchill, behind his desk in the British War Office at Whitehall, London, was in a foul mood. The date was June 20, 1944, two weeks after the Allies had landed in Normandy, on June 6. Outside his window the worst storm in fifty years was raging over Great Britain and the English Channel, a storm so violent that it could conceivably destroy the Anglo-American OVERLORD beachheads on the coast of Normandy. The fruits of years of preparation were in greater peril that day than they had been on the better-remembered D-day itself.