I was
eight years old when my daddy loaded us into the old Plymouth station wagon and
told us we were going to see a movie. “This
is an important movie,” he said: “a movie
that will teach you about one of the most important days in history and will
help you to understand how thankful we should be for our freedom.”
We went to
the Bowline Drive-In Theater and my daddy rolled down the driver’s window and
affixed the heavy metal speaker so we could all hear. We wanted popcorn and drinks, which he
provided, and then told us to be quiet and watch the movie, which we did
not. My mother soon released us and we
spent the warm evening playing on the playground in front of the big screen,
oblivious to the carnage and destruction depicted above us as John Wayne and
Richard Burton starred in “The Longest Day.”
We left the movie that night knowing that daddy was not happy with us,
for we never realized that the reason we could laugh and play on the playground
in front of the big screen was because so many brave men fought and died on the
longest day, June 6, 1944.
There
were parts of the movie that I remembered.
My brother and I used to play soldier when we went to the beach,
pretending we were those soldiers in the movie exiting from the landing craft
as we stormed the beach and fought through the mighty waves. It was great fun, but I didn’t have a clue
what it was all about. I later studied about the Second World War in
school, but it was always at the end of the school year and we had to rush
through it. In college I studied Western
Civilization, but the focus was on the political, socio-economic, and
philosophical causes and effects of the war.
I still had not learned the lesson that daddy tried to teach me a
half-century ago.
It is
hard to overstate the significance of D-Day.
It was not only the turning point of the Second World War, but many
historians argue that the Allied Victory saved Western Europe not only from
Nazi domination, but also from eventually being conquered from an equally
barbaric Soviet Union. As General
Eisenhower said, “We cannot afford to fail.”
A 5,000
vessel armada, the largest the world had ever seen, transported over 160,000
men and 30,000 vehicles across the English Channel. Over 13,000 men parachuted in from over 800
planes. By the end of the longest day,
almost 150,000 Allied soldiers were on French soil. It was the beginning of the end for Hitler and
the Nazis. But knowing that is not the
lesson my daddy wanted me to learn that night at the Bowline Drive-In so many
years ago.
Four
weeks ago I stood on the top of the Normandy cliffs overlooking Omaha Beach and
the English Channel. It was so very quiet
and peaceful. I tried to imagine the
horror and terror of that day when so many young boys died. Many were just teenagers. They had never been in real combat before
that day. Most didn’t have a
chance. The Nazis gunned them down like
sitting ducks at the fair. More American
soldiers died on D-Day than in the entire war in Iraq. As war correspondent Ernie Pyle wrote after
the battle, “It was a pure miracle that we ever took the beach at all.”
The
American Cemetery sits high above Omaha Beach, one of the most beautiful
cemeteries you will ever see. It is
immaculate in its appearance. Its beauty
and serenity belies the gruesome carnage that it silently holds. There are 9,387 actual graves and a “Wall of
the Missing” containing 1,557 names. These
men did not return home. They never had
a family. They never had the privilege
of enjoying the freedom they died to preserve.
Walking
through the cemetery is a powerful, emotional experience. As I stood looking at the graves I suddenly
remembered my daddy taking us to that movie back in 1962. He was doing something that none of the men
lying in the cemetery were able to do. That was when I finally realized what my
daddy was trying to teach me 50 years ago.
Thank you for reminding us.
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