Today is the 78th Anniversary of the best-known D-Day, the Normandy Invasion of France in 1944 by British, Canadian, and American troops.
An invasion which killed thousands and thousands of young men and a fair number of old people. Why? Because of the stupidity, power-mongering, ambition, greed, and short-sighted nation of their “betters.” Their rulers, their elected officials, their military leaders, the voters, and a lot of other people. Including both the above of the “free” countries who stupidly allowed revenge, humiliation, and abuse of Germany, and then were blind to the results of such actions. And those who stupidly fought a war in a manner that seemed to intentionally be done to kill as many people as possible.
BUT to those men who floated to and waded up and dropped from the sky onto the beaches and fields of Normandy, we give all glory and honor for their sacrifices. Too many people did not survive that day or the remaining eleven months of unrelenting and horrifying combat and bombing and massacres, but to those who survived and are still alive today, please treat them as the treasurers they are.
To them, the words of Shakespeare’s Henry V ring loudly: From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in [lands afar yet unborn or ] now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us.
Their participation and sacrifice on that day seventy-eight years ago must never be held against them. Certainly not because their nations’ governments behaved like the murderous, rebellious, evil, destructive entities that they were – and still are. The men on those waters, those beaches, those hedgerows and villages? They died, for the most part, believing in a cause which their own: Roosevelt and Churchill and MacKenzie King constantly lied about and frankly, did not believe in themselves. They died for their comrades, for their families and communities. And too often, they died because they had been enslaved: conscripted and hauled from their homes to the battlefield.
Honor them, respect them, love them and their families – and swear eternal hostility to those who forced them to that shore so many years ago.