Thursday, June 6, 2013

Sixty nine years ago, on a beach...

Sixty-nine years ago, boys soon to be grown men, landed on a beach they've never seen and most likely never heard of.

As we turn the calendar  on another anniversary of D-Day, these men fought for the freedoms we have today, some freedoms cherished, some taken for granted, but there's no denying without these courageous young men, our liberty to Facebook, tweet, blog, text, and email may not have been realized.

Steven Spielberg, in Saving Private Ryan , reminds us of a Mrs. Bixby:

Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.

Dear Madam,-- I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
A. Lincoln

Although Memorial Day has passed and we remembered those from all conflicts, lest not forget those soldiers both foreign and domestic who joined the fight to defeat dictatorship, Fascism and Nazism some sixty-nine years ago.

God Speed to those that serve; pray that they'll arrive home to their own Mrs. Bixby, safe and sound.

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