I got caught up in watching Saving Private Ryan last night. I have seen that movie a dozen times but whenever I catch it on television I still can’t turn it off. It had special meaning to me last night, on the eve of the first Veteran’s Day following the 2008 presidential election.
I think Saving Private Ryan is easily the best war film ever made, but it’s certainly not the easiest to watch. What makes it so poignant is the portrayal of average American citizens thrown into a conflict thousands of miles from home and often making the ultimate sacrifice for their country. In Saving Private Ryan death is up-close and personal; sacrifice is heroic, and home seems so far away. When the film hit theaters there was a bit of controversy surrounding it for its realism. There were several stories of WWII veterans who watched the film and had to leave the theater during the opening scenes depicting the D-Day invasions of Normandy. The sights, sounds, and graphic depiction of the destruction and death that occurred that day were too real for the men who had been there almost 50 years earlier. I think every American should see this film.
My grandfather was an Army combat engineer in WWII and he served under Patton in the Third Army. He was at Normandy two days after the invasion and marched through Europe building roads, bridges, conducting demolition, and serving in active combat. I have many of the letters he sent home to his mother from Europe and they were all positive. There was never any hint of the terror and sacrifice he saw played out in real time day after day. There was never any sign, until he came home.
My grandfather died on June 6, 1974 (the 30th anniversary of the D-Day invasion) when I was just 3 years old. I have only faint memories of him, mostly through photos and stories. But one thing was clear in talking to those who knew him well during those years; he did not talk about the war. Whatever experiences he had, he tried hard to keep them buried deep inside. For him, there was no nostalgia to be found in the European Theater. Not in movies, books, or parades. He was a proud, quiet man who fought for his country in the greatest war America has ever known. But until the day he passed, and for thousands of other veterans still today, the battles raged on long after he made it home. It’s a battle that has no end on this side of eternity.
Americans are again at war on foreign soil. Everyday Americans with wives, husbands, and children. Mothers and fathers anxious for any bit of reassurance that their child is safe and returning home soon. And everyday, soldiers do return home - some in a flag-draped casket.
No matter our politics, we must never forget that their sacrifice for our country was deep and personal. Their sacrifice is one that cannot be understood in a two minute political stump speech for president, in a footnote under a patriotic picture or at the end of a newscast, or in a small blog entry. Their sacrifice must not become a cliché political statement. It must remain – personal.
Veterans will attend parades and ceremonies today, still able to hear the bombs, feel the fear of war in trembling hands, and see the faces of friends, “Brothers”, in the throws of anguish delivering the ultimate sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. We talk about honoring the sacrifice of veterans on this hallowed day of remembrance, and we certainly should. We should honor the fallen and render them the reverence and appreciation they deserve. And no fewer honors should be given the veteran who returns home with scars that can never be seen with human eyes. The scars that never heal. These men and women sacrifice every day still, thousands of miles from a battle field.
Be proud this year on Veteran's Day. But be humble. And take a moment to be quiet for a while and remember those who are still fighting the battle within every single day.
For them – it’s personal.
May God bless them and offer them a peace that surpasses all understanding.
I think Saving Private Ryan is easily the best war film ever made, but it’s certainly not the easiest to watch. What makes it so poignant is the portrayal of average American citizens thrown into a conflict thousands of miles from home and often making the ultimate sacrifice for their country. In Saving Private Ryan death is up-close and personal; sacrifice is heroic, and home seems so far away. When the film hit theaters there was a bit of controversy surrounding it for its realism. There were several stories of WWII veterans who watched the film and had to leave the theater during the opening scenes depicting the D-Day invasions of Normandy. The sights, sounds, and graphic depiction of the destruction and death that occurred that day were too real for the men who had been there almost 50 years earlier. I think every American should see this film.
My grandfather was an Army combat engineer in WWII and he served under Patton in the Third Army. He was at Normandy two days after the invasion and marched through Europe building roads, bridges, conducting demolition, and serving in active combat. I have many of the letters he sent home to his mother from Europe and they were all positive. There was never any hint of the terror and sacrifice he saw played out in real time day after day. There was never any sign, until he came home.
My grandfather died on June 6, 1974 (the 30th anniversary of the D-Day invasion) when I was just 3 years old. I have only faint memories of him, mostly through photos and stories. But one thing was clear in talking to those who knew him well during those years; he did not talk about the war. Whatever experiences he had, he tried hard to keep them buried deep inside. For him, there was no nostalgia to be found in the European Theater. Not in movies, books, or parades. He was a proud, quiet man who fought for his country in the greatest war America has ever known. But until the day he passed, and for thousands of other veterans still today, the battles raged on long after he made it home. It’s a battle that has no end on this side of eternity.
Americans are again at war on foreign soil. Everyday Americans with wives, husbands, and children. Mothers and fathers anxious for any bit of reassurance that their child is safe and returning home soon. And everyday, soldiers do return home - some in a flag-draped casket.
No matter our politics, we must never forget that their sacrifice for our country was deep and personal. Their sacrifice is one that cannot be understood in a two minute political stump speech for president, in a footnote under a patriotic picture or at the end of a newscast, or in a small blog entry. Their sacrifice must not become a cliché political statement. It must remain – personal.
Veterans will attend parades and ceremonies today, still able to hear the bombs, feel the fear of war in trembling hands, and see the faces of friends, “Brothers”, in the throws of anguish delivering the ultimate sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. We talk about honoring the sacrifice of veterans on this hallowed day of remembrance, and we certainly should. We should honor the fallen and render them the reverence and appreciation they deserve. And no fewer honors should be given the veteran who returns home with scars that can never be seen with human eyes. The scars that never heal. These men and women sacrifice every day still, thousands of miles from a battle field.
Be proud this year on Veteran's Day. But be humble. And take a moment to be quiet for a while and remember those who are still fighting the battle within every single day.
For them – it’s personal.
May God bless them and offer them a peace that surpasses all understanding.