Today is the 70th
Anniversary of V-E Day (or Victory in Europe Day) when World War 2 ended in
Europe. Like most people I have family that participated in the war. My
paternal Grandfather fought in the war. He had wanted to join the Army Air
Corps. (this was before the Air Force was established), but they didn’t take
him because he wore glasses so he waited to be drafted into the regular Army. I
have his original draft registration card. In the course of the war he served
in the European Theater (as did his brother who received a Bronze Star.) My Grandfather went from England through France and into
Belgium where he was in the Battle of the Bulge. From Belgium he went into
Germany where he helped liberate concentration camps. I have the pictures he
took of the camps. On V-E Day he was in southern Germany where he stayed until
around 1946 as part of the occupation forces before returning home. I never
really talked to my Grandfather about the war, but my dad did a little and from
what I learned it was pretty interesting. Everyone knows someone with a story
like that. They are known as the Greatest Generation for what they went through
(the Great Depression, World War 2 and the Cold War) and 70 years on we are
seeing fewer and fewer of them. My
Grandfather has also passed away.
Even if we didn’t fight in the
war we can all have memories of things relating to it. I remember celebrating
the 50th Anniversary of World War 2. I was living in Germany. We had
recently read “The Diary of Anne Frank” in school and were learning about the
war in history class. I know that everyone does that, but it’s a little
different when you are an American and your parents are stationed in Germany. I
lived on the German economy and took a bus every day to school on an American
base so I was around Germans more than most Americans. After hearing about what
they (the Germans) did during World War 2 – especially the Holocaust – I was
very uneasy to be around any German 60 or older. Even though every German alive
during the war now claims they weren’t Nazis and “knew nothing” about what was
going on the world knows that is an outright lie. I didn’t like that so many
people were around me who most likely did something awful during the war (of
course I would later learn that many former Nazis lived out in the open and
were even receiving pensions from the German Government for the crimes they
committed.)
I also remember sitting in a
school assembly where we had to listen to a German woman talk about her
experiences during the war. She was in her late teens when the war ended and so
wasn’t as innocent as she tried to lead on (again as most Germans 18 and older
in 1945 try to claim.) She was crying that she couldn’t get new shoes during
the war and had to keep repatching her old ones and how she couldn’t go to
school because of the bombs the Allies were dropping and then all of a sudden
the bombs stopped and she was “free” and the Allies were now her friends. The
students, who usually were quiet and good during the assemblies – or asleep,
didn’t like how this woman was playing the victim. She was 18 or 19 during the
war and so an adult and here she was complaining about not having new shoes or
being able to go to the university. We started yelling and shouting at her as
she continued to try and speak. People were calling her names like “Nazi” and
“Jew-killer”, etc and we didn’t stop until she left the stage – again crying
(probably about her old shoes.) When our teachers asked us why we had done all
of that we told them that we didn’t want to listen to another German play the
sad victim when they started the war, killed all the innocent people and were
the reason we and our families were stationed in Germany. Our teachers
understood and told us that it would probably have been better to have someone
who was our age or younger during the war to talk to us rather than someone who
was an adult and should have known better about what was going on around her
and in her name. Twenty years since that time I still have no remorse for how
we acted. We were constantly being told (by our parents, teachers and the AFN
commercials) that we had to behave especially around Germans as we were
“ambassadors from America” and so always had to go to stupid German-American
Friendship events made by a bunch of clueless parents that usually involved
older Germans. The woman speaking on the stage was part of one of those
programs. Even as kids we knew that the Americans had defeated the Germans, won
the war and had also recently beat the Soviets and won the Cold War. We thought
everyone else should see everything the US did and treat us better - of course we were young and that may sound
arrogant, but that’s how it was.
Another episode I remember is our
house on the German economy. It was surrounded by a German cemetery on one side
and had a memorial to the Germans who fought during World War 2. Every day we
had Quiet Hours – a time when German law said you had to be quiet - it’s a very
German law. Well many times during Quiet Hours I would see Germans go into the
cemetery and place flowers at the World War 2 monument. I told some of my
American friends about what the Germans were doing and we would go into the
cemetery after a group had left flowers and either throw them in the trash or
stomp on them until they were dead. We didn’t think it was right to honor
people who started the war and probably shot at our grandparents. It didn’t
matter to me then (and still doesn’t today) whether they were official members
of the Nazi Party or German soldiers conscripted into the military. Every
person has a choice and if you chose to do the wrong thing – even if it is
forced on you – then you are still guilty.
A third episode I remember is the
bookstore on base had a display of World War 2 to celebrate the 50 years since
the war ended. In May I bought a book full of pictures of V-E Day around the
world and that August I bought a book full of pictures of V-J Day around the
world. The saying “a picture tells a
thousand words” is true and the ones in these two books show people elated that
the war had ended in Europe and then in Asia. I also have a lot of pictures my
Grandfather took during the war and they show the war as he saw it (of course
he was there to fight and so he only took pictures after the battles.) The
picture above is one my Grandfather took of a bombed town in Germany in 1945.
Of course I am older (and
hopefully wiser) than I was back then. I still believe that people who either stand-by
and watch bad things happen or who are forced to do something bad are just as
guilty as those that willingly do the bad deed. I have never blamed all Germans
for World War 2 or the Holocaust and that still holds true. I believe that the
only people who need to feel shame and remorse are the Germans who were 18 or
older in 1945. Everyone else was either too young to have done anything
horrendous or weren’t born yet.
It is the 70th
Anniversary of the end of World War 2 in Europe and we need to remember the
innocent men, women and children who suffered while at the same time remembering
the men and women who risked everything (including death) to help liberate
Europe. The United States could have remained neutral in the European Theater
(since Germany didn’t attack us – only the Japanese did) and while the war in
Europe would have eventually ended with the Soviets and the British winning it
would have cost a lot more innocent lives and added years to the war. Instead
the US entered the European Theater and even made it their first priority. 70
years on Americans no longer receive the respect we deserve around Europe –
especially considering we liberated northern Africa and Western Europe and kept
the Communists and Soviets from occupying Western Europe during the Cold War
(at the cost of abandoning Eastern Europe
to the Iron Curtain.) The majority of men and women who took part during
World War 2 will not be around to celebrate the 80th Anniversary and
so we need to do everything we can now to show them how grateful we are that
they risked everything to not only keep us free, but also people around the
world.
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