Skip to comments.D-Day 6/6/44 [Why Conservative Christians Will NEVER Give Up On America]
Posted on 06/06/2013 9:23:02 AM PDT by bimboeruption
I cry every time I watch this video. Watch at 1:49...A soldier pats his friend on the back to encourage him before they attack the beach. I wonder if they survived.
We own these brave men EVERYTHING. They loved freedom enough to die for it. It's for them we fight to save this Free Republic...and we will never give up.
John 15:13 ~ Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
His family told me how the war had changed him. According to them, before he was shipped off he was a happy-go-lucky guy, always joking around and breaking out in song to make them laugh. This isn't the Dad I knew.
It wasn't until 10 years ago that I found out from my one of my Uncles that my Dad was a Normandy invader.
I wish I would have known this when he was still alive. How different our relationship would have been.
“Where would the early church have been if they had put their faith in Rome”.
I’m a conservative Christian. I “gave up” on America when I became a Christian. Countries come and go.
I've heard and read many,many times that combat has a way of changing a guy...very often not in a positive way."Collateral damage",I guess.
It wasn't until 10 years ago that I found out from my one of my Uncles that my Dad was a Normandy invader.I wish I would have known this when he was still alive. How different our relationship would have been.
My sister-in-law's Dad was a WWII vet while my Dad was an "essential civilian employee" during the war (he designed missiles for the Navy).My sister-in-law told me that her Dad never talked about the war to her or her brothers.Her mother told her after his death that he said very little to *her* about it but *did* tell her once that he refrained from speaking to the kids in order to protect them from the horrors.I'll bet that wasn't uncommon for these guys.
My faith is in my Lord, Savior and King, Jesus Christ.
If I hadn’t been blessed with being born in this great country, a country whose Constitution verifies my Right to worship, I may not know His saving grace.
God bless humans all the others,we owe it to them to save this country again.
I think you’re right. The stuff I heard about what my Dad went through in the war was told to me by others.
I do have his discharge papers, uniform, medals and military Bible.
I tried getting more info from the VA, but was told that part of the building that stored military records was destroyed by fire some years back.
My Dad’s records were burned.
That’s exactly how I feel.
Their sacrifice inspires me to destroy the corruption that is killing the American Dream...a Dream they cherished.
It’s the least I can do in their memory.
I am watching it right now and crying.
‘Its the least I can do in their memory.
That is simply splendid.
and I will join you.
The images never go away....
My uncle, Bill Thompkins was one of three on his Higgens Boat who survived Omaha Beach. He went on to participate in The Battle of the Bulge and The Berlin Air Lift. I knew my uncle from a tiny girl till he died in my company a few years ago. Never once did I know of his service until my cousin drafted his obituary.
I'm another one who, as a kid, would hear about "the war" on those occasions when most of the uncles and aunts were sitting around Grandma's kitchen table. They'd talk and even laugh about the normal vicissitudes of military service, but as far as talk about the experience of battle... well, that was vague at best. Sometimes I'd overhear something not meant for little ears that would only make sense to me years later.
One of my dad's brothers was an infantryman with the 2nd Bn of the 47th Infantry (9th ID), which arrived in Normandy on D+4, and he managed to make it all the way through V-E day and occupation despite the Germans hitting him on two occasions seriously enough to require him to be patched up. (To say that the odds were not in his favor is an understatement.) As far as I know, it was only shortly before he passed away that he opened up to my dad and talked about some of the awful things he had to deal with. I made it a point in the years since to find out (insofar as I could) what he had been involved in; it is no wonder that he left his hometown as a bright eighteen year old kid and returned three years later as - as my dad once put it - "an old man."
In one of those odd coincidences, SGT Mr. niteowl77 Jr went through his Army basic in 2/47, it having become a training unit by then. When niteowl77 and myself attended his graduation, I was compelled to go up to the battalion flag and look at the streamers: Cherbourg... Nothberg... Frenzerburg Castle... Remagen...
"What are those? Do you know about them?"
Oh, yes... yes I do. That's why there is a lump in my throat and my eyes are watery.
I can't remember a June 6th that my family didn't remember it was D-day. I guess it became sort of a proxy for a lot of other days that the "elders" didn't particularly want to discuss, but remembered all too well.
Reagan at Pointe de hoc June 6, 1944 - One of the best.
“We’re here to mark that day in history when the Allied armies joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For 4 long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps, millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved, and the world prayed for its rescue. Here in Normandy the rescue began. Here the Allies stood and fought against tyranny in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.
We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but 40 years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, 225 Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs. Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance.
The Rangers looked up and saw the enemy soldiers — the edge of the cliffs shooting down at them with machineguns and throwing grenades. And the American Rangers began to climb. They shot rope ladders over the face of these cliffs and began to pull themselves up. When one Ranger fell, another would take his place. When one rope was cut, a Ranger would grab another and begin his climb again. They climbed, shot back, and held their footing. Soon, one by one, the Rangers pulled themselves over the top, and in seizing the firm land at the top of these cliffs, they began to seize back the continent of Europe. Two hundred and twenty-five came here. After 2 days of fighting, only 90 could still bear arms.
Behind me is a memorial that symbolizes the Ranger daggers that were thrust into the top of these cliffs. And before me are the men who put them there.
These are the boys of Pointe du Hoc. These are the men who took the cliffs. These are the champions who helped free a continent. These are the heroes who helped end a war.
Gentlemen, I look at you and I think of the words of Stephen Spender’s poem. You are men who in your ``lives fought for life . . . and left the vivid air signed with your honor.’’
I think I know what you may be thinking right now — thinking ``we were just part of a bigger effort; everyone was brave that day.’’ Well, everyone was. Do you remember the story of Bill Millin of the 51st Highlanders? Forty years ago today, British troops were pinned down near a bridge, waiting desperately for help. Suddenly, they heard the sound of bagpipes, and some thought they were dreaming. Well, they weren’t. They looked up and saw Bill Millin with his bagpipes, leading the reinforcements and ignoring the smack of the bullets into the ground around him.
Lord Lovat was with him — Lord Lovat of Scotland, who calmly announced when he got to the bridge, ``Sorry I’m a few minutes late,’’ as if he’d been delayed by a traffic jam, when in truth he’d just come from the bloody fighting on Sword Beach, which he and his men had just taken.
There was the impossible valor of the Poles who threw themselves between the enemy and the rest of Europe as the invasion took hold, and the unsurpassed courage of the Canadians who had already seen the horrors of war on this coast. They knew what awaited them there, but they would not be deterred. And once they hit Juno Beach, they never looked back.
All of these men were part of a rollcall of honor with names that spoke of a pride as bright as the colors they bore: the Royal Winnipeg Rifles, Poland’s 24th Lancers, the Royal Scots Fusiliers, the Screaming Eagles, the Yeomen of England’s armored divisions, the forces of Free France, the Coast Guard’s ``Matchbox Fleet’’ and you, the American Rangers.
Forty summers have passed since the battle that you fought here. You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet, you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith and belief; it was loyalty and love.
The men of Normandy had faith that what they were doing was right, faith that they fought for all humanity, faith that a just God would grant them mercy on this beachhead or on the next. It was the deep knowledge — and pray God we have not lost it — that there is a profound, moral difference between the use of force for liberation and the use of force for conquest. You were here to liberate, not to conquer, and so you and those others did not doubt your cause. And you were right not to doubt.
You all knew that some things are worth dying for. One’s country is worth dying for, and democracy is worth dying for, because it’s the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. All of you loved liberty. All of you were willing to fight tyranny, and you knew the people of your countries were behind you.
The Americans who fought here that morning knew word of the invasion was spreading through the darkness back home. They fought — or felt in their hearts, though they couldn’t know in fact, that in Georgia they were filling the churches at 4 a.m., in Kansas they were kneeling on their porches and praying, and in Philadelphia they were ringing the Liberty Bell.
Something else helped the men of D-day: their rockhard belief that Providence would have a great hand in the events that would unfold here; that God was an ally in this great cause. And so, the night before the invasion, when Colonel Wolverton asked his parachute troops to kneel with him in prayer he told them: Do not bow your heads, but look up so you can see God and ask His blessing in what we’re about to do. Also that night, General Matthew Ridgway on his cot, listening in the darkness for the promise God made to Joshua: ``I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.’’
These are the things that impelled them; these are the things that shaped the unity of the Allies.
When the war was over, there were lives to be rebuilt and governments to be returned to the people. There were nations to be reborn. Above all, there was a new peace to be assured. These were huge and daunting tasks. But the Allies summoned strength from the faith, belief, loyalty, and love of those who fell here. They rebuilt a new Europe together.
There was first a great reconciliation among those who had been enemies, all of whom had suffered so greatly. The United States did its part, creating the Marshall plan to help rebuild our allies and our former enemies. The Marshall plan led to the Atlantic alliance — a great alliance that serves to this day as our shield for freedom, for prosperity, and for peace.
In spite of our great efforts and successes, not all that followed the end of the war was happy or planned. Some liberated countries were lost. The great sadness of this loss echoes down to our own time in the streets of Warsaw, Prague, and East Berlin. Soviet troops that came to the center of this continent did not leave when peace came. They’re still there, uninvited, unwanted, unyielding, almost 40 years after the war. Because of this, allied forces still stand on this continent. Today, as 40 years ago, our armies are here for only one purpose — to protect and defend democracy. The only territories we hold are memorials like this one and graveyards where our heroes rest.
We in America have learned bitter lessons from two World Wars: It is better to be here ready to protect the peace, than to take blind shelter across the sea, rushing to respond only after freedom is lost. We’ve learned that isolationism never was and never will be an acceptable response to tyrannical governments with an expansionist intent.
But we try always to be prepared for peace; prepared to deter aggression; prepared to negotiate the reduction of arms; and, yes, prepared to reach out again in the spirit of reconciliation. In truth, there is no reconciliation we would welcome more than a reconciliation with the Soviet Union, so, together, we can lessen the risks of war, now and forever.
It’s fitting to remember here the great losses also suffered by the Russian people during World War II: 20 million perished, a terrible price that testifies to all the world the necessity of ending war. I tell you from my heart that we in the United States do not want war. We want to wipe from the face of the Earth the terrible weapons that man now has in his hands. And I tell you, we are ready to seize that beachhead. We look for some sign from the Soviet Union that they are willing to move forward, that they share our desire and love for peace, and that they will give up the ways of conquest. There must be a changing there that will allow us to turn our hope into action.
We will pray forever that some day that changing will come. But for now, particularly today, it is good and fitting to renew our commitment to each other, to our freedom, and to the alliance that protects it.
We are bound today by what bound us 40 years ago, the same loyalties, traditions, and beliefs. We’re bound by reality. The strength of America’s allies is vital to the United States, and the American security guarantee is essential to the continued freedom of Europe’s democracies. We were with you then; we are with you now. Your hopes are our hopes, and your destiny is our destiny.
Here, in this place where the West held together, let us make a vow to our dead. Let us show them by our actions that we understand what they died for. Let our actions say to them the words for which Matthew Ridgway listened: ``I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.’’
Strengthened by their courage, heartened by their value [valor], and borne by their memory, let us continue to stand for the ideals for which they lived and died.
Thank you very much, and God bless you all.
President Ronald Reagan - June 6, 1984
When you contrast this with the current communist cadre. . .
This to me, is so sad. These men were HEROES. They deserved to be recognized for their sacrifice.
My Dad was a humble man who like so many didn’t seek recognition, but I wish I could have told him “Thank you.”
I pray to God your Uncle and my Dad are in Heaven.
All their wounds will be healed and we’ll get to tell them what’s in our hearts when we see them again.
Yes, the images never leave my mind..and I’m watching a video on a screen.
If I had been there in person, I don’t think my mind would have survived.
The pat on the back gets me every time. I can hear the soldier telling his buddy, “It’s going to be OK, a piece of cake, don’t worry.”..before they get blown to bits.
What gets me is all these so-called Americans who don’t have a clue about the blood that’s been shed so can they party like it’s 1999 without a care in the world.