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The World Over | John A. Logan,unknown,Melanie Brown

Posted on 05/25/2003 10:23:45 PM PDT by redrock

General Order No. 11
Headquarters, Grand Army of the Republic
Washington, D.C., May 5, 1868

I. The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form or ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit.

We are organized, comrades, as our regulations tell us, for the purpose, among other things, "of preserving and strengthening those kind and fraternal feelings which have bound together the soldiers, sailors, and marines who united to suppress the late rebellion." What can aid more to assure this result than by cherishing tenderly the memory of our heroic dead, who made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foe? Their soldier lives were the reveille of freedom to a race in chains, and their death a tattoo of rebellious tyranny in arms. We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. All that the consecrated wealth and taste of the Nation can add to their adornment and security is but a fitting tribute to the memory of her slain defenders. Let no wanton foot tread rudely on such hallowed grounds. Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and found mourners. Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of free and undivided republic.

If other eyes grow dull and other hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain in us.

Let us, then, at the time appointed, gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with choicest flowers of springtime; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us as sacred charges upon the Nation's gratitude,--the soldier's and sailor's widow and orphan.

II. It is the purpose of the Commander-in-Chief to inaugurate this observance with the hope it will be kept up from year to year, while a survivor of the war remains to honor the memory of his departed comrades. He earnestly desires the public press to call attention to this Order, and lend its friendly aid in bringing it to the notice of comrades in all parts of the country in time for simultaneous compliance therewith.

III. Department commanders will use every effort to make this order effective.

By command of:



And when the wind in the tree-tops roared,
The soldier asked from the deep dark grave:

"Did the banner flutter then?"

"Not so, my hero," the wind replied.

"The fight is done, but the banner won,

Thy comrades of old have borne it hence,

Have borne it in triumph hence."

Then the soldier spake from the deep dark grave:

"I am content." and the soldier asks once more:

"Are these not the voices of them that love,

That love--and remember me?"

"Not so, my hero," the lovers say,

"We are those that remember not;

For the spring has come and the earth has smiled,

And the dead must be forgot."

Then the soldier spake from the deep dark grave:

"I am content."


The girl hikes her tiny leg over the rail of the baby
bed and lowers herself to the floor.

Her small feet pad into her parents' bedroom where only
her mother sleeps now.

She crawls beneath the cool sheet in the spot where her
father once lay.

She tries to remember his arms holding her.

She buries her face into his pillow trying to smell his cheek,

tears smearing hers.



TOPICS: Culture/Society; Editorial; Foreign Affairs; Front Page News; Miscellaneous; News/Current Events; Your Opinion/Questions
KEYWORDS: memorialday; remembering; thecost; veterans

We have come a long way.....what started out as a simple way to Remember the Remember the Cost of our Freedom.

To now.....a 3 day weekend where most do NOT remember.

The first part of this post is the Original begin MEMORIAL DAY.

The second part is Oliver Wendell Holmes's favorite poem.

The third part is....well.....the PRICE that "those who wait" pay.

I firmly believe that if we are to restore our Freedom..if we are to forge a "re-birth" of our Country....if we are to "live up" to what was "intended" for our Nation...then we must renew the bond that exists,but forgotten, between us all.

That makes us Americans.

We can renew that sacred knowing the Cost of Freedom....the REAL cost.

It Shall Be.


1 posted on 05/25/2003 10:23:45 PM PDT by redrock
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To: illstillbe; AuntB; Jeff Head; Luis Gonzalez; William Wallace; Jim Robinson; Valin
Memorial Day..........


2 posted on 05/25/2003 10:24:43 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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Memorial Day........


3 posted on 05/25/2003 10:25:22 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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Memorial Day..........


4 posted on 05/25/2003 10:25:59 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: redrock

Live free, die free!

5 posted on 05/25/2003 10:26:59 PM PDT by Luis Gonzalez (The Ever So Humble Banana Republican)
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Memorial Day.....


6 posted on 05/25/2003 10:29:12 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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Memorial Day........


7 posted on 05/25/2003 10:32:03 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: Luis Gonzalez
"Live free, die free!"

Agreed 100%!!!


MEMORIAL DAY 2003--#1--"My Daddy's Finally Home..."--- HERE

MEMORIAL DAY 2003-#2--"The Lesson's of Danny Flynn, Corey DePooter, Billy Scott & Earl Brown"--- HERE

MEMORIAL DAY 2003--#3--"I Came to See My Son's Name"---HERE


8 posted on 05/25/2003 10:38:02 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: redrock
Thank You Brother
9 posted on 05/25/2003 10:38:46 PM PDT by 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub (Never Forget!)
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Memorial Day........


10 posted on 05/25/2003 10:42:02 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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Memorial Day.........


11 posted on 05/25/2003 10:43:55 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: redrock
Thanks redrock, that third one gets you right in the heart.
12 posted on 05/25/2003 10:45:22 PM PDT by SAMWolf ("They are not dead who live in hearts they leave behind" - Hugh Robert Orr - They Softly Walk)
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To: redrock
I will spend most of my Monday walking thru our National Cemetary here in Florence SC.My heart goes out to the families of the fallen.
13 posted on 05/25/2003 10:51:04 PM PDT by noutopia
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To: redrock
Pete - this post is for you...

LCPL - E3 - Marine Corps - Regular
19 year old Single, Caucasian, Male
Born on Jan 08, 1950
His tour of duty began on Jul 06, 1969
Casualty was on Oct 19, 1969
Body was recovered

Panel 17W - - Line 91

your old high school buddy,
14 posted on 05/26/2003 12:09:42 AM PDT by Gary Seven
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To: redrock
Armed forces enjoying enduring popularity
Bob von Sternberg, Star Tribune
Published May 26, 2003

A week ago, when Hennepin County staged a tribute to the armed forces at the downtown government center, Lori Schmidt was basking in gratitude.
Her husband is a Minnesota National Guard member headed for peacekeeping duties in Bosnia later this year, and she had toted self-produced signs to the event that proclaimed "To Our Troops Home and Abroad Thank You." Perfect strangers crowded around her, wanting to buy one.
"With everything that's happened in the world, it just seems like people appreciate the job the troops are doing," said Schmidt, of Otsego. "It's exciting to see."

This Memorial Day, in the wake of the Iraq war, Americans' pride in the nation's armed forces is broad and deep, opinion polls show. In recent years, the military has been held in higher esteem than nearly any other institution.
Polls show that that has consistently been the case since the 1970s, even though veterans have long held the perception that the public turned sharply against the military during the Vietnam War.

"In a word, I think they're treating us better," said Gary Anderson, a local deputy vice commander in the American Legion.
"It seems like everything the military has done in recent years has been popular. Nothing like when I came home from Vietnam, where I was spit on and treated like crap," Anderson said.

The most recent poll, conducted earlier this month for the Wall Street Journal and NBC News, found that 94 percent of Americans have positive feelings about the military. None of those polled expressed negative feelings about the armed forces. A poll for Fox News got a comparable response.
A Harris Poll conducted late last year found that 62 percent of Americans said they have a great deal of confidence in the military, which ranked highest among 14 institutions. The White House came in second, with 40 percent expressing a great deal of confidence.
Other polls conducted last year found similar expressions of confidence.

Near the top

The Gallup Organization has tracked Americans' confidence in 18 institutions since the mid-1970s, and the armed forces have consistently scored at or near the top -- ahead of the Supreme Court, Congress and the presidency.
The last time the question was asked, June 2002, 79 percent of those polled expressed a great deal or quite a bit of confidence in the military. Health maintenance organizations ranked last, with 13 percent expressing the same degree of confidence.
When the question was first asked, in May 1975, 58 percent gave high marks to the armed forces, even though that was in the aftermath of Vietnam.
The ranking has never dipped below 50 percent, which it hit in late 1981. It reached its highest level ever -- 85 percent -- in March 1991, shortly after the Gulf War.

As the Wall Street Journal's new poll suggests, the armed forces could be in for another bounce in public opinion, now that the Iraq war has ended in victory.
"Performance trumps a lot of things and I expect that the military will get a big boost in public appraisal even though many people were not sold on the war," said Andrew Kohut, director of the nonpartisan Pew Research Center for the People and the Press.
A Pew poll conducted early this year found that 87 percent of Americans believe the military is a good influence on the way things are going in the United States.

Maj. Gen. Eugene Andreotti, adjutant general of the Minnesota National Guard, has a theory about the enduring nature of the armed forces' popularity.
The Pentagon's decision after Vietnam to ensure that the Guard and reserves would become an integral part of the military's war-fighting capability meant "it's not like Vietnam, where the military wasn't involved in the community," Andreotti said. "The people serving these days are people like moms, dads, plumbers, elected officials -- all part of the community."
In the service since 1975, when he joined the Air National Guard, Andreotti said he felt support for the military was weaker in those days "because people didn't see as much legitimization of the war then. People understand now that we don't declare war -- the politicians do. We're just the implementers."

Three decades ago, people never approached him on the street when he was in uniform to thank him for his service. These days, that happens often.
As enduring as public support for the military has been, Andreotti said it's likely to diminish only "if we lack communication with the citizenry. In the past, we did and it seemed like we had something to hide. We've come a long way with communication."

Bob von Sternberg is at
© Copyright 2003 Star Tribune. All rights reserved.

15 posted on 05/26/2003 4:51:56 AM PDT by Valin (Age and deceit beat youth and skill)
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To: redrock
The Wind In The Flag

This Memorial Day editorial, first published in 1947, was written by the late Ben Hur Lampman, associate editor of The Oregonian.

Then do not think of them as being yonder in alien earth with little white crosses above. They are not there. For these were boys who loved the homeland -- her fields and forests, lakes and streams, her villages and cities. These were the boys who went to school here -- and would they stay away when they were mustered out? These were the boys who fished our creeks and climbed our mountains; the boys who plowed our fields and harvested our wheat; who manned our factories and each enterprise of peace. It is not right to think of them as being where they seem to be. It isn't fair. Often they used to talk of going home, and surely -- when death set them free -- surely they came. Now we who knew them well must know they are not there who are forever here, inseparable from the land for which they died. No troopship brought them home, for they came home the quicker and the shorter way. Is it the wind that stirs the flag?

Nor should we think of them as being beneath the sea, where the plane plunged or the wounded ship went down, fathom upon green fathom. They are not there. For these were boys whose laughter scarcely hid from us the consecration which they felt, and when they said that they would soon get it over and come home, they meant it, every word. She called them from their classes and the ball grounds, she called them from the desk and lathe, and from the homes that meant as much to them as to any that ever loved his home with the full measure of devotion. They never thought to see the world, at least until they might be middle-aged, but soon they saw it, island after island, port after foreign port, and many an island was fenced round with flame, and there was one port that they did not fetch. They died too soon to reach it and to hear the bands and speeches. But we who knew them, surely we must know that they were here before that, for they had said they would come home the moment that they could. And so they aren't there, but here. The ship came back without them, if it came at all, but they were here, not there. Is it the wind that stirs the flag again?

And where they kept the bargain, they who died for land and liberty, it matters not at all, nor where they seem to rest -- under the little white crosses or under the sea, or namelessly in the deep jungle. For they were boys who would not stay away when they were done with service, since often they had told themselves the first thing they should do would be to hasten home. And home they must have come. Where the trout rises or the grouse leaps into flight, or at the ball park, or along the seashore, these were the places that they loved -- these that forever are our country, and to which they, by their passing, have confirmed our title. They are here surely enough, and shall be for so long as liberty and America are one, and the flag means still what they knew it meant -- though they didn't say much about it. That was something they left to the orators and the politicians, and the editors. Do not think of them as being elsewhere. For they are not there -- who are here. Look. The light wind stirs the flag as though it caressed it, fold after fold. Look!

16 posted on 05/26/2003 8:20:31 AM PDT by SAMWolf ("They are not dead who live in hearts they leave behind" - Hugh Robert Orr - They Softly Walk)
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To: redrock
17 posted on 05/26/2003 8:54:05 AM PDT by VOA
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To: Valin
Good article.

The average (whatever the hell that is) person understands......and honours the soldiers who man the walls.

Which REALLY pisses of the Liberals......


18 posted on 05/26/2003 9:24:07 AM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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(It's for a GOOD cause)


19 posted on 05/26/2003 9:29:57 AM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: All


20 posted on 05/26/2003 10:19:15 AM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: redrock
Memorial Day ... Bump!
21 posted on 05/26/2003 10:47:19 AM PDT by blackie
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To: blackie; redrock; buffyt; All
Here's the third and last installment from Pat Conroy's piece, "The Man I Should have Been":

To continue, the author, seeing his old friend again, has begun to rethink his own actions during the Vietnam War....


In the 25 years since South Vietnam fell, I have immersed myself in the study of totalitarianism. I have questioned survivors of Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen, talked to Italians who told me tales of the Nazi occupation, French partisans who had counted German tanks in the forests of Normandy, and officers who survived the Bataan Death March.

I have quizzed journalists returning from wars in Bosnia, the Sudan, the Congo, Angola...

As I lay sleepless, I realized I'd done all this research to better understand my country. I now revere words like democracy, freedom, the right to vote, and the grandeur of the extraordinary vision of the founding fathers.

Do I see America's flaws?

Of course. But I now can honor her basic, incorruptible virtues, the ones that let me walk the streets screaming that my country had no idea what it was doing in South Vietnam.

My country let me scream to my heart's content - the same country that produced both Al Kroboth and me.

I have come to a conclusion about my actions as a young man when Vietnam was a dirty word to me: I wish I'd led a platoon of Marines in Vietnam. From the day of my birth, I was programmed to enter the Marine Corps.

I was the son of a Marine fighter pilot. That a novelist and poet bloomed darkly in our house strikes me as a remarkable irony. My mother and father had raised me to be an Al Kroboth, and I metamorphosed into another breed of fanatic entirely.

I understand now that I should have protested the war after my return from Vietnam, after I had done my tour of duty. America is good enough to die for, even when she is wrong.

At my teammate's house I wanted to come to the single right thing, a true thing that I may not like but that I could live with.

After hearing Al Kroboth's story, I found myself passing harrowing, remorseless judgment on myself. I had not turned out to be the man I had once envisioned. I thought I would be the kind of man that America could point to and say: "There. That's the guy. That's the one who got it right. The whole package. The one I can depend on."

It had never once occurred to me that I would find myself in the position I did on that night in Al Kroboth's house in New Jersey: an American coward spending the night with an American hero.

22 posted on 05/26/2003 1:23:07 PM PDT by Molly Pitcher (Is Reality Optional?)
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Earn This! A Memorial (D-)Day Essay
[ written by Larry M. Belmont ]

I recently purchased a videocassette copy of Saving Private Ryan, and have watched it four or five times over the last few weeks. I have been thinking about it in the context of two significant days that passed recently: Memorial Day and the 55th anniversary of the landing at Omaha Beach (depicted in the opening half-hour of the film). I repeatedly found myself fixated on the final scenes of the film, the delaying action fought in the fictional town of Ramelle and the conclusion of the movie in the American cemetery at St.-Laurent-sur-Mer, on the bluffs behind Omaha, and what these two interleaved scenes came to mean to me and perhaps what they may mean to all Americans. Today (June 18, 1999), I composed this essay.

I thought of how director Steven Spielberg structured those final minutes. First, it's in Ramelle that we experience the last stand of the beleagured Americans, viciously whittled down to less than a squad, retreating across a vital bridge to a bombed-out building they've dubbed "The Alamo." It's no accident that amid the explosions of hand grenades and zing of modern bullets we hear echoes of Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett, and their men bravely holding out against Santa Anna's 4,000 troops at that fabled Texas mission. The enemy, embodied by menacing and powerful Tiger tanks and brutal SS grenadiers, seems overwhelming and unstoppable. They scrabble over the piles of smashed wood and stone like angry insects. There seems no end to them. Bazooka rockets bounce harmlessly off of the armored snouts of the Tigers. The SS men rush forward, stopping only to viciously deliver a coup de grace to each wounded paratrooper in agony amidst the rubble. The surviving GIs are reduced to a few clips of ammo and have resorted to lobbing mortar shells at their foes. The air is heavy with death and desperation.

When Capt. Miller (Tom Hanks) realizes he has to reach the detonator to blow the bridge, or the Nazis will capture it, he stands up and immediately takes a bullet in the chest. Mortally wounded, he collapses, and with his lifeforce ebbing begins to fire his .45 pistol, ridiculously defiant, at the encroaching Panzer. The Nazi tank is almost toying with him, slowly inching across the span and spewing machine-gun bullets all around him. Then, when all seems hopeless, a fantastic contradiction is painted on screen: Miller feebly expends another round and, against all logic, the tank explodes in a massive fireball. A split-second passes and we stare dumbfounded for a moment, unable to reconcile the effect with the cause, and then as the camera tilts skywards, a P-51 tank-buster rockets overhead, D-Day stripes and silver wings flashing in the sun. We understand. The cavalry has arrived in the nick of time!

Miller is dying. All but two of his men have been killed in the effort to locate and rescue Ryan (Matt Damon). He motions Ryan over, pulls him near, and tells him one thing before he dies.

Earn this.

In that moment, I immediately saw Miller as every veteran of WW II speaking to every other American. It is as much their dying whisper as it is Miller's. Earn what we all fought for and what many of us died for. That day and the thousand-plus days of that war. Think of us often. Remember our names. Do not forget us.

For that moment, I was Ryan, and I was being told to earn what every American soldier did that day, that year, that war. Minimally, by never forgetting their sacrifice. Perhaps by, as Ryan himselfs questions, by living a "good life." (I think that is at the heart of why I created this web site.) That fictional bridge at Ramelle might as well have been a bridge between 1944 and now. Between the generation that fought and died then and the generation that is precariously close to forgetting their sacrifice now. On one side, the enemy of freedom manifested by that lumbering, seemingly invincible Tiger tank spewing random death, oppression, tyranny; on the other, liberty, defended by Miller and, ultimately, every soldier who fought against the tyranny the Nazis sought to bring to the world 55 years ago.

Then, Spielberg fashions the final transition, to the film's most symbolic scene. The elderly Ryan stands shakily in front of Miller's grave on the bluffs above Omaha Beach. We are back in the present-day, where the movie began. The English Channel below is cold-blue and shatters into white foam as it breaks upon the smooth sand. We are removed by time from that morning the beach was stained red with the blood of the young men of the 29th Division and the 2nd Ranger Battalion who now rest among the 9,386 American dead buried in the soil of Normandy Cemetery. An ethereal green expanse of manicured grass and those numbing rows of white crosses and Stars of David. There, Ryan contemplates the awful burden he's had to bear for 50 years — to realize that eight men, with futures of their own, risked or gave up those futures for his. How could any man ever hope to earn that? Early on, Miller and his squad seemed all too conscious of the moral mathematics as they walked across Normandy's hedgerow country looking for this man whose life was somehow estimated and computed to be more valuable than theirs. When someone asks Private Reiben (Edward Burns) to "think of Ryan's mother" to justify risking eight lives to rescue Ryan, he simply says "we've all got mothers." To Reiben, what makes Ryan's life worth more? Says Miller, "Ryan better be worth it. He better go home and cure some disease or invent a new, longer-lasting lightbulb." Yes, that's a heavy burden to bear: Earn this. Deserve it. Make yourself worthy of our sacrifice.

So Ryan's returned to Normandy near the end of his life and finds himself wrestling with a moral dilemma of terrible dimensions. After he collapses crying, he asks his wife if he justified the sacrifice. She assures him he was a good man who led a good life. He then stands, steels himself, and salutes Miller's cross. Suddenly I was Ryan again, saluting not just Miller's cross, but every cross in that cemetery, and every veteran of that war, living and dead. Spielberg in that moment, for me, achieved an astounding transference. It might as well have been my ear that Miller had whispered in. Just as the elder Ryan agonizes over Miller’s grave to convince himself that he did earn what those eight men did, I suddenly was filled with the realization that my own free and bountiful life has been baptized in the blood of the soldiers and victims of World War II (and, yes, of other wars). That the 9,386 men buried at St.-Laurent-sur-Mer did for me, in a very real way, what Miller's eight did for Ryan. That the many more who fought in Normandy at large did it for me too. And so on and so on. Perhaps I too owe all of them an accounting of how well I’ve lived, of whether I’ve earned what they've bequested to me and the world. And, like Ryan, I struggled today as I contemplated this, wondering if I could ever make the equation balance. I decided that all I could ever do was add my "light" to the sum of light. I could not, myself, be completely sure. So I decided to do what I could, but especially to not forget. To practice remembering. To continue to memorialize them any way I could. To make sure that at the next reunion of the Skylighters that I would make sure that the small subset of veterans that I had come to know would know that I felt this way.

I remembered recently that I used to watch the 1992 movie Memphis Belle with my five-year-old nephew. Not a great film by any means, but watchable. Of course, he was captivated by the aerial battles and did not think much about the somber backdrop of those exciting combat sequences. He was a little boy thrilled with the prospect of being a pilot perhaps, certainly not understanding what a bomber pilot's job was. He asked no questions and I didn't force any history on him. I'm sure he didn't know what the setting of the film was or what it meant. I was the same way back in the early sixties. I played army with my buddies and flew imaginary B-17s into battle against the Germans. Some days I carried a BAR just like Reiben and used it on the "enemy." Some of us fell over, dead, some of us didn't. Some days I was killed, other days I lived. (All of us bailed out and lived before the bomber crashed in the Channel.) Only much later in life did I come to grips with the horrifying "equations" of that war that I played at all summer long. I discovered just how many men were killed in the first five minutes of the Omaha landings. I learned that each B-17 that went down had 10 men on board and that losing 60 planes in a day meant that as many as 600 men died. They were no different than me. They died at my age. They died much younger than I am now. They died from random shrapnel slicing through the fuselage of a Flying Fortress. They died like the unlucky men who happened to be standing in front aboard the landing craft at Omaha. They died when an artillery shell found their foxhole out of a hundred. They died because of their bad luck and someone else's good luck. (I've heard tales of a bullet passing through one GI and killing the one behind him.) They died, as one scene in Saving Private Ryan shows, smiling stupified by amazement right after thinking they'd just escaped death. The ironies of war are well-known ones and they are many.

Perhaps some day my nephew and I will sit down and watch Saving Private Ryan. Perhaps it will be a day when very few veterans of World War II are around, or even when none are left. I'll perhaps be as old as they are now. At that moment, the transference of memory and experience that Spielberg achieved in his film at the bridge at Ramelle and at the gravesite at St.-Laurent-sur-Mer will make possible the continuation of the chain of remembrance. In that moment, if my nephew asks what it was really like, I will be able to tell him not because I was there, but simply because I chose to remember what these men told us before they departed. I'd understood the equation. And, perhaps, if we as a culture are really lucky, my nephew, or others of his generation, will understand and choose to remember, and the torch that the generation who fought and won WW II passed to my generation will, in turn, be passed to the next. In spirit, there will always be that metaphorical bridge at Ramelle where changing generations can meet and pass the message across. Certainly, the Normandy cemetery will be there for generations to come, so those that come seeking to understand what happened may move between the silent stones and ponder just what those 9,386 subtracted souls left to the world. For me, Spielberg's message is astoundingly clear today, 55 years after those brutal first seconds after the doors on those landing craft dropped ...

Each generation must produce its Captain Millers to whisper into the ears of all the Private Ryans to come ...

Earn this!

23 posted on 05/26/2003 3:51:47 PM PDT by SAMWolf ("They are not dead who live in hearts they leave behind" - Hugh Robert Orr - They Softly Walk)
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To: redrock
Over the years, on these threads, I thought I had grown thicker skin, but posts like #14 still get to me.


24 posted on 05/26/2003 4:38:17 PM PDT by M Kehoe
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To: Molly Pitcher
"America is good enough to die for, even when she is wrong."

While I firmly believe that we always need to question those in GOvernment (after IS part of our duty).....we should always do so with that one sentence in mind.


25 posted on 05/26/2003 5:51:58 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: M Kehoe
".....I thought I had grown thicker skin...."

I used to think that I needed thicker put out these Memorial Day threads.

Then I learned to have joy in the fact that it still bothers me....that some stories just make you upset. just means that the Liberal's haven't taken away your humanity....and never will.


26 posted on 05/26/2003 5:56:03 PM PDT by redrock (Tell every Veteran you see--"Welcome Home")
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To: Molly Pitcher
Thanks, Molly Pitcher!
27 posted on 05/27/2003 8:20:30 AM PDT by blackie
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To: redrock
Thanks Redrock,

Great post, You and I agree on the importance and sacred nature of freedom. Its sad (like you mentioned) that so many have forgotten (or refuse to accept) that freedom has a price. Thank God for all of those who made the greatest sacrifice and paid the price, in addition to those willing to.
28 posted on 05/31/2003 10:57:45 PM PDT by Heinz 57 (Yes I'm Mixed Breed but not mixed up. I am all AMERICAN and proud of it. God, I love this country)
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