JUNE 6th, 1944
There are few dates in history that hold more significance
than June 6th, 1944. It Is the day that like December 7th, will be held as a
game-changer for mankind. Sandwiched between the two dates is all the horrors
of war, all the meanness, and ugliness that mankind could ever offer, and
became the perfect backdrop for historical inaccuracy perpetrated by Hollywood.
Immediately after the war, it seemed that the war fever
never left us here in America. In the following years, many movies were made
and the dehumanizing of the Japanese and German people because of their
ideologies was underway.
But in all the hoopla and rousing marches and battle scenes,
we seem to forget the most important piece of this whole scenario, the strength
and courage of the brave men who fought on the beaches of Normandy, who treaded
water and bullets to reach the openness of the beaches where they became
targets for their enemies, swallowed hard and silenced the chatter of machine
guns and the destruction of the roaring artillery guns that rained down death
and broken bodies for a lifetime.
More importantly, it took apart the innocence of the youth
and cast them as men in this hellfire of death and destruction, of finality. We
really don't know what the feeling of seeing your brothers dying all around
you, the flashbacks to their youth and remembrances of family and home, as they
tried to stay alive, wondering if this day was their last.
Many of those veterans chose not to speak of their
experiences, and rightfully so, an ugly period in their lives not of their
doing. And how many of these brave souls felt guilty in killing another human
being, even in the line of duty?
We can never know, but we do know they were reluctant
fighters who did their duty for themselves and their buddies, who just happened
to be fellow American soldiers.
May God bless them all, those who lie in the fields of
France, North Africa, Germany, and Italy as well as the South Pacific.
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