Memorial Day, 2021

This Memorial Day is, like all Memorial Days, unlike any other. I am disturbed, perhaps even troubled, over the lack of tradtional activities–not the barbecues but the parades and related traditions.

I am, however, managing to maintain a few of my own. I will post the colors at the end of the driveway. I think I’ve actually found a small parade and celebration fairly close by to attend this morning. And, last night, I spent some time reflecting on the meaning of this important day. That personal tradition also includes some study of events past and commemoration of them.

Somewhat by accident, this year I spent some time virtually visiting the Normandy American Cemetery. One of the tours I took was a YouTube History Traveler Episode 54. In it, the cemetery is described as ” …a humbling place that is the final resting place for some of the best men that the U.S. has ever produced.”

That’s something to think about.

Some trivia about the cemetery includes the fact it contains the graves of 45 pairs of brothers (30 of which buried side by side), a father and his son, an uncle and his nephew, 2 pairs of cousins, 3 generals, 4 chaplains, 4 civilians, 4 women, 147 African Americans, and 20 Native Americans. 307 unknown soldiers are also buried among the other service members. The most recent count suggests there are 9,388 laid to rest there.

Perhaps, more accurately, there is nothing trivial about this place. There are some 9,388 stones representing 9,388 stories. Today is a day to remember those stories. We know that Tony A. Frank was from Louisiana, his unit, and the fact he gave his life on Christmas Day, 1944. In some ways, it’s not much of a story. There’s not much room on those white Lasa marble headstones. But in other ways, it’s a big story–an important story because if Tony hadn’t been and hadn’t done what he did, our lives would be very different today. There should be room in our heads and hearts to wonder about him and his family. What was in his heart and head that brought him to this place? This day is not meant to memorialize his death or the deaths of so many like him. It is to remember their lives.

And it’s a good day to wonder what we might find in our hearts and heads if we faced a similar challenge? Perhaps we do. There are many unmarked battlefields.

At the core, the American citizen soldiers knew the difference between right and wrong, and they didn’t want to live in a world in which wrong prevailed. So they fought, and won, and we, all of us, living and yet to be born, must be forever profoundly grateful.

Author Stephen Ambrose