We here in America, parts of Europe, and Canada have gone about our regular duties on this day like any other day. While channels on the television bombard us, and will continue to bomb us with history shows regarding June 6th, the remainder of the week. In my mind, like President Roosevelt spoke of December 7th, we should carry this day on our shoulders like a freedom badge. Before England, the United States, and Canada entered World War II, the Nazi movement marched north, south, east and west, headed toward their desired one thousand-year reign. It’s U-boats trolled the North Carolina coast in this country, while setting up headquarters in Paris, France. In thinking of all of this, let me ask a question. Does anyone reading this realize we would speak a different language in America if the movement had succeeded?
As I’ve mentioned before, my age has mysteriously turned me into a history addict, with this particular war being high on my list. And laughing, but not considering it funny at all – me as an African-American, what would have become of my early family? Can anyone undoubtedly profess that my race of people would not have gone the way of the dinosaur? Or that a host of camps would not have dotted this part of the world, as did Poland? We, in this case, must always remember our grandfathers, uncles, even grandmothers who gave of their time for the cause. The history programs interview the survivors from that time, flashing back to a picture of a nineteen or twenty year old-young man or woman leaving home for the first time. I’ve heard it said that a person ages, but their eyes never change. Unfortunately, glaring into the face of one of these seniors will never reveal the images that marched in front of them from that era – that is, the ones that made it out. There are, however, not a host of survivors from WWII as it took place almost seventy years ago, placing the people still living far into their eighties, and beyond. I, personally, had no family members involved; my uncles were babies, and my grandfather had too many children.
I recall my first visit to Hawaii, and our tour of Pearl Harbor. I had no family members there either, but what an emotional day. Being up close and on top of the Arizona, which is considered a graveyard – it all required a box of tissues to get through it. On that note, it is heart wrenching to watch these gentlemen relive the taking of the beaches leading to that part of Europe. You watch the recounting of these events while, Don’t Get Around Much Anymore plays in the background, because this is what the men and women left behind. The troops move equipment into place, setting up camp in parts of England, passing youngsters jumping rope while they had only an inkling of what lay ahead or why the soldiers were even there in the first place. Although none of us truly know why it took this country so long to rally an interest, let’s thank God someone finally came to their senses, and for more reasons than saving the language.