Things Unknown

If there is one thing I have learned during this Olmsted journey, it is how much I don’t know: about languages, about history, about the world and its people. I have, however, learned valuable lessons about myself and what I value in other people: humility and the courage to say, “I don’t know.”

I don’t know everything that happened today or why. I can’t and won’t pretend to. However, if experiences are the best teachers in life, then I learned a lot today. I spent the day with a college girlfriend at the Struthof-Natzweiler Concentration Camp in Natzweiler, France.

gate

In operation from May 1941 to September 1944 and hidden high in the Vosges Mountains, Struthof was actually where 107 Allied troops were executed.  I don’t know which word would suit it best – juxtaposition, irony, torture – but the view looking out from the site was wonderful.

scenery

The area used to be a popular winter recreation and skiing resort, until it came into the hands of the Nazis in 1940. I can only hope that prisoners were able to catch a quick glimpse of the beautiful Vosges landscape each day and experience even the shortest moment of reprieve or glimmer of joy.

memorial

We stayed late into the evening to observe the Memorial Vigil that has been taking place each year since 1960. It honors the burial of an unknown deportee in the crypt the night before General de Gaulle inaugurated the Deportation Memorial. There is another commemorative ceremony tomorrow, as well as one in September, which observes the evacuation of the camp’s deportees to Dachau.

The ceremony began with a parade of participants walking from the camp gate to the memorial. They brought torches and lit the Flame of Remembrance, as three trumpeters played a somber song. Two of the trumpeters were out of view, echoing the hymn through the camp, and hopefully the mountains beyond.

parade

We stood quietly as one trumpeter signaled the passing of torches from person to person, man to woman, old to young.

passing torch

I don’t know who each individual was or how their life’s journeys brought them to this place, but I do know that several of them saw the horrors of WWII and the Struthof – Natzweiler Concentration Camp with their own eyes.

view of ceremony

After the passing of the torches, this man in the striped prisoner uniform sang a song in French. Armed with his prisoner number, color and notations of his ‘triangle’, and the Internet, I set out to learn who he was. After hours of research, I ended up right where I started…without an answer. It wasn’t time wasted though, because I read dozens of first-hand accounts from both survivors and victims of Struthof. The most inspiring was reading about survivors who have dedicated their lives to telling the stories of those who no longer can, such as Pierre Rolinet.

So, I still don’t know who the man in the striped uniform is, or his story, but as I listened to his song accompanied by the faint weeping of the woman standing next to me, I knew that there was a lot going on here that I didn’t understand: not in language, nor life experience.

Finally, as the sun marked the final minutes of the solstice, the torch bearers lined up to give their passing remarks to survivors, participants, and observers. Why some comrades stood in the receiving line, while others walked through it, I also don’t know.

receiving line

Regardless of what is known and what is not, there are still many stories from WWII to be told and living souls to do it. What I do know, is that being a very small part of remembering history today was an experience I never dreamt I would have, even if I didn’t understand a single word.

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. ~Socrates

For Those Known but to God

known but to God

Joe and I have been lucky enough to visit several American Military Cemeteries within Europe. I don’t always blog about them, as reducing these experiences to words on paper has been a challenge that I, thus far, have not been willing to undertake.  Today, however, that will change. Today is Memorial Day, and at the culmination of a week in Normandy, France, it has been the most touching Memorial Day of my short life.

Living in Europe, celebrating American holidays has taken a new meaning. Some of them pass without even a fleeting thought on our behalf. I am thankful to have a peaceful break from some of my less-favorite celebrations.  Others require more effort than normal to create the appropriate anticipation or occasion, especially when our ‘normal German lives’ must continue without pause.

Sadly, I feel like Memorial Day in the United States is often marked more as the ‘unofficial start of summer’ than a day to memorialize and thank those who have shaped our country. The past two years have taught me more about our American history, especially during WWII, than all my days spent in school. I am thankful for the experience and have continually been surprised by the American commitment to their soldiers buried abroad. I know that not everyone can enjoy the same experiences as me, but I hope that sharing my stories will inspire someone to take a few extra minutes to be grateful for the freedoms that have come at a great cost.

I am going to be candid: this post is really long. You may choose not to make it to the end, and that is fine. I’ll deliver the ‘take-home message’ right here: please make the conscious choice to thank a service member more than once a year, on the last Monday in May. It doesn’t matter who and it doesn’t matter how. Active-duty, veteran, retired, fallen. Every single one of them makes or has made sacrifices, hundreds of thousands of them the ultimate sacrifice. They make sacrifices for you and for your rights. Too many of them gave their lives so you can say you live in the most successful democracy on the planet.

Luxembourg American Cemetery and Memorial, Luxembourg–  We spent Easter of 2012 honoring “the Greatest Generation”. click here

American cemetary

Ardennes American Cemetery and Memorial, Belgium – In September of 2012 we pulled into the Ardennes parking lot 15 minutes before closing, expecting to slide in really quickly and look around.

so many

I was lagging behind, tending to Liv, who had to be left with my mother-in-law in the parking lot. When I finally caught up with Joe and my father-in-law, they were on their way out into the cemetery, on a golf cart, with the Assistant Superintendent, Mr. Jeffrey Hays.

When I approached, Mr. Hays asked, “Are you Active Duty as well?” I shook his hand, introduced myself, and replied, “I’m only a spouse, Sir.” He then said, “Ma’am, you are the most important part of our military.” I knew right then that this man was committed to his country. Only someone who has served, and experienced the struggles of maintaining a happy family while doing so, would place such value on a military spouse.

We spent the next hour and a half enjoying a personal tour from Mr. Hays. He was so knowledgeable, sharing detailed stories about fallen soldiers, factoids regarding the history and care of the cemetery, and his own personal journey to the position of Assistant Superintendent, one that he clearly coveted.

tour

Eventually I tapped out and relieved my mother-in-law of dog duties, so that she could take advantage of Mr. Hay’s hospitality. When everyone returned to the car, I was surprised to find out that my father-in-law had never mentioned his rank or duties within the Air Force. I figured that would be the only reason Mr. Hays would stay at work, giving a personal tour to a retired General, hours after closing time, instead of going home to a warm dinner on the table. I felt as much admiration for him as I did for the 5,323 soldiers memorialized within Ardennes because the only thing that mattered to Mr. Hays was that we were American service members… not branch, rank, or duty station.

Epinal American Cemetery and Memorial, France–  In February of 2013, we had yet another amazing experience at Epinal Military Cemetery in France. We continue to be humbled by the commitment of those who have served before us and those who serve next to us.

I love this picture of these two.

I love this picture of these two.

We visited Epinal with a fellow Olmsted Scholar, Pat, who lives in Munich and serves in the Navy. Within a few minutes, we were approached by “Andy” Anderson, the Superintendent, who we spent the next 4 hours with. With the entire cemetery to ourselves, Andy recounted tales of heroism of dozens of soldiers, choking up as he discussed their acts of bravery, family histories, and how they came to rest in Epinal. He had a passion for his job, which seemed to be more of a personal calling for him than a 9 to 5. He spent his spare time researching the service members interred within Epinal, filling in the gaps of their personal records and battle stories.

As 4:30pm approached, Andy asked Joe and Pat if they would like to help him close up the cemetery. This entailed a playing of Taps, followed by the Star Spangled Banner, and then lowering and folding the flag. Andy usually did this alone, but was happy to have help on this cold February day.

Taps at attention

Taps at attention

lowering flag

Lowering the flag

folding flag

Folding the flag

proud to serve

Proud to serve

Even after the end-of-day duties were finished and the cemetery was officially closed, Andy continued to walk us through the headstones, talking about the service members as if he knew them personally. Yet another committed American, willing to give his free time to those who share his calling.

medal of honor

 

Henri-Chapelle American Cemetery and Memorial, Belgium– In April of 2013, we visited Henri-Chapelle as a side trip from Aachen, Germany, the most western city in Germany (click here). What I really appreciated about Henri-Chapelle was the plethora of information in the Visitor’s Center.  There was a very detailed self-guided tour that we used to locate dozens of headstones and read about the Medal of Honor recipients, as well as many other heroic individuals. There were also quizzes and guides for kids, in many languages, which I thought was a great way to engage children, especially non-American children, in the stories of our fallen.

crosses

The Angel of Peace and Stars & Stripes

The Angel of Peace and Stars & Stripes

 

Netherlands American Cemetery and Memorial, Netherlands –We also visited the only American Military Cemetery in the Netherlands in April of 2012. At the entrance of the cemetery was a reflecting pool and statue called the “Mourning Woman”. Behind her was a quote by Pericles that I was really moved by. I thought it reinforced the importance of paying tribute our fallen, especially outside of cemeteries and official holidays.

reflecting pool

‘Each for his own memorial earned praise that will never die and with it the grandest of all sepulchres not that in which his mortal bones are laid but a home in the minds of men.’

Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial, France – This is where we spent Memorial Day this year. Many American Military Cemeteries have a special service sometime during Memorial Day weekend. Normandy is a breathtaking cemetery, with a beautiful view of the beaches where most of the 9,387 soldiers buried here lost their lives. Joe and I were lucky enough to join two other military and Olmsted families at Normandy Cemetery for the ceremony.

service members

What has been so wonderful to learn through visits to all of these cemeteries is the interest of local residents of each country and their commitment to honoring American soldiers. Many residents “adopt” a soldier, learning their story, visiting their headstone, and almost thinking of them as a member of their own family. During our morning at the cemetery, many French people asked to take pictures with Joe, Pat, and Maureen. A lot of them didn’t speak English, but as a Scholar in France, Maureen was able to bridge the language gap. I’m sure she provided them with a memorable experience: talking with and learning the story, in French, of a uniformed active duty American service member.

headstones

The visitor center at the cemetery was more like a museum and very moving.  Overlooking the ocean was an infinity pool and map of the beaches. I thought it was such a beautiful way to memorialize the events of D-Day and allow the visitor to feel as if they were simultaneously in the cemetery and on the beach. To me, it was breathtaking.

infinity pool

How does one sum-up these experiences? Express the emotions associated with this period of history? Put words on paper that adequately represent simultaneous pride, sorrow, honor, and awe?

It’s difficult, but the words are not nearly as important as the actions. The thoughts are not nearly as important as the gestures. Next time you find yourself thinking about how lucky you are to enjoy certain unalienable rights, bestow a small act of kindness upon someone who made that possible for you.

Normandy’s Beaches

The statistics are staggering. UTAH BEACH: 23,250 Americans landed, 450 casualties. OMAHA BEACH: 34,250 Americans landed, 3,600 casualties. GOLD BEACH: 24,970 British landed, 1,050 casualties. JUNO BEACH: 21,500 Canadian landed, 1,270 casualties. SWORD BEACH: 28,845 British and French landed, 800 casualties. SLAPTON BEACH (Operation Tiger): 30,000 allied troops landed, 946 casualties.

The stories are heartbreaking. John J. Pinder, Technician 5th Grade, landed 100 yards off shore under enemy artillery fire. He struggled through waist-deep water, carrying a vitally important radio. He was gravely wounded by enemy fire, but made it to shore and was able to deliver the radio. Although in severe pain and weakened by a loss of blood, Pinder refused medical assistance and headed into the tumultuous turf three more times to salvage more communication equipment. On his third trip, he was hit with machine gun fire to the legs, but continued to establish vital radio communication on the beach. John was eventually hit and killed on the beach. He died on D-Day, his 32nd birthday. John received a Medal of Honor for his ‘gallantry and intrepidity beyond the call of duty.’

Only those that were there, those who spotted the coastline from their aircraft, those who tasted the salty water and breathed the smoky air will ever know exactly what it was like on June 6, 1944. The rest of us can only imagine, conjecture how it felt, and give our best shot at empathy.

We visited the memorials and museums at Utah and Omaha beaches, and remained continually in awe of the strength and courage of the tens of thousands of soldiers who changed history on one fateful day. Operation Overload was the largest combined-force assault to-date and ultimately the beginning of the end for the Third Reich. As beautiful as it was to stand on the beaches, looking out to sea, it would have been a very different sight nearly 70 years ago: 300 miles of coastline filled with 2,350 aircraft, 850 gliders and an armada of nearly 4,000 ships.

beach 2

At Pointe du Hoc, a location of one of the German strongholds along the ‘Atlantic Wall’, the challenges and horrors of battle are the most tangible of any other place along the Normandy Beaches. There are still remnants of concrete German gun posts, bunkers, and dozens of huge craters pock the land, evidence of the rain of allied bombs that fell. The Pointe du Hoc Ranger Monument honors the 225 Rangers who scaled the jagged cliffs with rope ladders and eventually overwhelmed the enemy. It’s almost impossible to fathom the strength of mind, body, and faith required to climb up a 100ft sheer cliff face, carrying over 50 pounds of gear, amidst exploding bombs, opposing fire, and the cries of your wounded comrades, just to be faced with even stronger enemy fire upon reaching the top.

In the late hours of June 5, 1944 and the first minutes of June 6, on the brink of one of the deadliest battles the world has ever seen, an indescribable commitment to country is what drove all of the D-Day soldiers to head directly into the face of terror. Their sacrifices changed the world.

Cliffs of Pointe du Hoc and Ranger Monument

Cliffs of Pointe du Hoc and Ranger Monument

On the last evening of our week in Normandy, we decided to return to the beaches and experience them with a different intent: joy. We did this with plenty of running….

Liv running

…and swimming…

swimming

…it was one of my favorite parts of our week.

Despite being a really sad place in human history, Normandy’s beaches are a beautiful place. Honoring our service members should be as much about celebrating their dedication to their country as mourning their death.