Saturday, June 06, 2009

Never Forget



Today is the 65th anniversary of D-Day. You have to read this incredible story of Stan White who survived the bombing of Pearl Harbor and D-Day. Unbelievable. Check out this story.

Anyway, I know this is a rare Saturday post, but felt it was important. I'm not sure if April 19 fell on a weekend, too. But in any event, take some time in remembrance today for those guys who were basically fed to the wolves. If you ever watch Saving Private Ryan, realize that our boys went to the most hostile beach imaginable. A lot of the other beaches in Normandy were staffed with Hungarians, Poles and other conquered soldiers who were delighted to be captured by the Allied Forces. (But chagrined to learn that they wouldn't be sent to America.) Our boys faced the most fierce and loyal of the German troops.

Because of the fog and overcast skies, most of the pre-raid bombings missed their mark. Our paratroopers were scattered all over the French country side. Only the sheer will and the sacrifice of our soldiers made it possible to take that beach. I mean it seems impossible.

Think about it, you get one time on this Earth. Imagine being 20 years old and being put in a boat basically to die so that those coming after you would have a better life. It's a pretty sobering thought. We shouldn't have to wait for anniversaries to thanks those who have served. And even I'm guilty of it, too. So please, take some time to day to thank at least one veteran. That is going to be my goal.

5 comments:

Diane said...

That opening sequence of Saving Private Ryan is the most intense scene I can think of on film. I can't imagine living through that.

kat said...

Thank you for your well put message.

Robster said...

That's why I'm calling my father. As a teenager he was a peacekeeper over there just months after the war was over.

Thanks for this post.

Doctor Johnny Fever said...

Too Soon.

The Hatriot said...

Well said. My father served in World War II. What he and his fellow servicemen did is remarkable. One can not imagine what the world would be like without their sacrafices. To have been through what they went through and then to come home, raise families, lead "normal" lives and power one of the greatest ecomonic growths in our nation's history is nothing less than astonishing.

Watching the ceremonies at Normandy over the weekend, I couldn't help but think of Lincoln:

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate. We can not consecrate. We can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.