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.

The Longest Day

A foreign grave is a painful thing where loving hands no flowers can bring. – Corporal W.E. Robinson

Over 100,000 American WWII soldiers are buried in European soil. This is not to discount the innumerable individuals from every country involved in the war who have found their final resting place in foreign lands. The marked and unmarked graves are uncountable.

Those soldiers who are still missing, or those whose remains never made it to a proper cemetery, are not forgotten in the foreign lands where they gave their lives. Nothing shows this better than the small towns within Normandy. Driving through the countryside, amidst fields and neighborhoods spread across the region, there is a myriad of memorials to the heroic deeds of American and Allied soldiers. Some are large and bold, some are hidden and understated. All of them commemorate sacrifices made during ‘the longest day’ in our world’s history.

Iron Mike Monument – “In time of peace, sons bury their fathers. In time of war, fathers bury their sons.”

Iron Mike Monument – “In time of peace, sons bury their fathers. In time of war, fathers bury their sons.”

We visited Sainte-Mère-Église, one of the first towns liberated on June 6th. Paratroopers landed in Sainte-Mère-Église in the first hours of D-Day, many of them breathing their last breaths before their feet ever touched the ground. Most notably, Private John Steele, whose parachute got hung up on the church steeple, leaving him to hang there and watch the carnage below. Steele survived D-Day, and the war, and became an honorary resident of Sainte-Mère-Église. The Airborne Museum in town focused only on the paratroopers and their stories. This statue, titled “The Day They Came”, was inside the museum and was made by a French student. I thought it was really interesting how, throughout the region, town, and museum, the French people viewed D-Day and the soldiers of the Allied Forces as their saviors. This statue captured their agony prior to the arrival of Allied troops, specifically the Americans.

“The Day They Came”

“The Day They Came”

Sainte-Marie-du-Mont was also a really interesting town. Almost every street corner had a placard marking the location of a valiant deed, some of them performed by civilians at the risk of death:

Two German officers were studying a strategic military map atop the church steeple. Suddenly a strong burst of wind swept the map to the streets of the town below.  The German soldiers ran down after it, only to find a peasant artist. They asked the man if he had seen the map and he replied that he had not.  All the while, this man had found the map, quickly rolling it up and stuffing it into his pants.  When free of German soldier questioning, the peasant artist quickly handed the map (riddled with strategic military information) over to the Allied Forces.

Others showed the compassion that Americans showed on enemy forces, even when they could have made different choices:

An American paratrooper was crouched below the windows of the harness maker’s house, when a German soldier arrived. The two soldiers saw each other at the same time and fired at the same time. Shot dead, the paratrooper fell to the ground. The seriously wounded German was carried to the butcher’s shop where an American doctor saved his life. 

The German Cemetery at La Cambe was actually an American cemetery until 1947. It became a German cemetery in 1948 and contains over 21,000 graves of German soldiers. Having visited several WWII German cemeteries, it is hard to describe how they make me feel. Living in Germany, I have been lucky enough to experience the country and its people on a level most tourists can’t capture in a short visit. I know that Germany in the 2010’s is a very different place than it was in the 1930’s and 1940’s. However, many people unfortunately cannot see past the atrocities of the Third Reich. What’s important to remember is that not all German soldiers “had chosen either the cause or the fight”. They were sons, fathers, brothers, friends. They still deserve to be remembered.

German cemetery

Bayeux War Cemetery is a British cemetery that contains the graves of 4,648 soldiers from many different countries. I think Bayeux is the most beautiful cemetery I have ever visited. It was filled with blooming wisteria, huge trees, and flowers at every headstone. It was filled with life.

wysteria

trees

In French soil, amongst thousands of Allied troops, there are also 466 German soldiers buried in Bayeux. I don’t know what kind of controversy this caused decades ago, but today, I think it is pretty admirable. Honoring humanity instead of righteousness speaks strongly to the character of the French, the British, and all the families who buried a loved one here.

Every headstone was personalized, allowing the character and spirit of each individual to be celebrated indefinitely. These are the words of families who buried their soldiers in foreign graves:

We miss you when the morning dawns, we miss you when the night returns. – Private F. Chapman

May the sunshine you missed on life’s journey be yours in God’s home of rest. – Private E. Beecham

Oh the joy to see thee waiting on that eternal shore where we’ll meet once more. – Signalman S.W.Peckett

through the trees

No matter where they were buried, or when, the combined efforts of all fallen soldiers from ‘the longest day’ and WWII changed the world. Their bravery is not forgotten, neither in Normandy, nor at home in America.