Related video. Short and to the point.
Just added to the body of the blog post.
Those who assaulted Gold, Juno, Sword, Omaha and Utah beaches...those who jumped by parachute into Ste. Mare Eglise and Pegasus Bridge.....those who landed by glider onto dark fields miles behind the coast....These were giants among men.
CI,Multiple up votes!
I was only three years old at the time, so I CANT remember D-Day, but I DO remember what life in these United States was like in the immediate post-war years (1946 on) –– buoyant, ebullient, bounding, soaring, joyful, full of unrestrained optimism, unlimited enthusiasm and faith in a bright, glorious future.I'm glad I'm old enough to have experienced that wonderful post-war euphoria firsthand, because I'm sure from the sad condition into which we've slipped in latter years, that no one more than five years younger than I could possibly believe we were ever that delighted just to be AMERICANS and simply to be ALIVE.
I wish all Americans could have felt that, FT...particularly our kids who absolutely haven't a CLUE of what American happiness and joy are today. Because you have to search for it today, so hard. So sad. There is ZERO optimism today....at least I don't see much.
What Z said!
Watch "The Best Years of Our Lives"."After The Longest Day" :)
Ed,I love The Best Years of Our Lives!
NORMANDY, where soldiers who were first off the ships knew without a doubt they'd never make it to shore. It's always filled me with awe...courage like that is other-worldly. Or the second wave, crawling against their buddies' dead bodies, hoping they might at least make it to the sand. I've stood in a German bunker and looked out the slit where the guns fitted through to shoot our kids on the shore...I'll never forget it. We should never forget THEM.
Z,soldiers who were first off the ships knew without a doubt they'd never make it to shoreTrue.Just imagine! And many of them were so young, too.
Stuart Cooper's Overlord (1975) has an extremely powerful scene on that topic.Young Tom requests compassionate leave because there's going to be a death in the family soon (his).It's a terrific film.
I Have a Rendezvous with Death I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath — It may be I shall pass him still.I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows ‘twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear... But I’ve a rendezvous with DeathAt midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.~ Alan Seeger (1888-1916)Poet Alan Seeger was born in New York City, and was a graduate of Harvard University.Was he a hero, or merely a victim of the insanity of war. Did his young life count for anything, or did he die in vain?
_______ Is It Worth Dying? _______Is there anything worth dying for, I ask?Show me why I should give up my life.I feel this Gift from God is like a caskThat too soon emptied functions like a wifeWho pledges love, then treats it like a task,Or welches on an honorable bet ––Reneging, shameless, insolent to baskTruculent –– a Booby Trap to Let.How ironic to be born just to regretDuty’s dreary dictates spelling Doom ––Years of preparation to begetImpossible demands shrouded in gloom.No innocence should be required to cedeGreat future hopes to selfish monsters’ greed.~ FreeThinke
Two of my cousins served on D-Day, on those beaches: one in the US Army and one in the US Navy. They were 19 or so at the time.Both came home (as did their brother in the USMC in the Pacific Theater), but the two who served on the beaches of Normandy never slept through a night again and died young (age 39 and age 44).
My dad went ashore there.My friend Nate who had survived Pearl should have gone ashore, but his LST got stuck on a sandbar.Dad never talked about the war much until we watched Battleground together. He had also been at Bastogne, as Nate had.
Glad that your dad finally discussed the war with you. Important to discuss, IMO.
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