It is hard to believe that eighty years have passed since American, British, and Canadian troops landed at Normandy and fought their way across fortified beaches covered in German mines and barbed wire fences. What a nightmare it must have been to overcome such soggy, uneven terrain while enduring heavy fire from gun emplacements secured upon hills and steep cliffs. It must have felt like being dropped off in Hell and navigating through a gruesome Jell-O of blood, sand, smoke, explosions, and whirring bullets. There were no timeouts. There were no “safe spaces.” There was nowhere to hide. You either advanced or died.
Could Allied Forces accomplish such audacious feats today? It is hard to imagine the “Me-Me-Me Generations” putting their lives on the line for much of anything. Could you convince a socialist who believes that everything should be free that freedom is never free? Could you explain to a Millennial that storming a beach is not done for Instagram snapshots, social media approval, or Facebook likes? Could you persuade all those Westerners who hate Western civilization to pick up a rifle and fight for the West’s survival? I’m not so sure.
Don’t get me wrong; there are still plenty of patriots among us. America’s armed services remain home to the kind of self-sacrificing heroes who would have parachuted behind enemy lines or fought tooth-and-nail to establish beachheads eight decades ago. But the Pentagon has also watered down physical fitness standards, promoted “politically correct” Marxists into crucial command positions, and poisoned the rank and file with “woke” indoctrination.
The military is no longer a machine dedicated to advancing on the battlefield and killing the enemy; it is a labyrinthine bureaucracy dedicated to advancing officers’ political careers and sympathizing with the enemy. Only two decades after the 9/11 Islamic terror attacks killed three thousand Americans at home, the Pentagon is already more interested in fighting Islamophobia, celebrating men in skirts, and punishing “white supremacy.” Can the same people who denounce American imperialism and Western colonialism in cultural sensitivity seminars be trusted to distinguish friend from foe?
Even worse than the “woke” buffoonery plaguing the Pentagon, parasitic self-loathing has sapped the moral strength from American culture.
After Pearl Harbor, young men all across the country scrambled to enlist. Entire high school classes volunteered before graduating. Manufacturers struggled to keep businesses running as workforces left in droves. Defending America from foreign enemies was understood as a noble endeavor and important civic duty. So profoundly did young men feel an obligation to fight for their nation that every town knew of some unfortunate boy who had sadly taken his own life to avoid suffering the indignity of having been declared physically unfit for service.
Without such monumental love of country and broad civic commitment, there is no way that thousands of young soldiers would have given their lives to climb up sandy walls, subdue German gunners, and fight from street to street. Small American towns would have never said goodbye to all their boys only to later chisel their names on town square memorials. American parents would have never waved American flags as they watched their sons leave home for good. A morally strong, unifying, and confident American culture was the essential ingredient to D-Day and Europe’s eventual liberation. Without American patriotism, there could have been no Allied victory.
Today, patriotic love of country is regularly derided as “nativist” or “racist.” The federal government labels anyone who defends the Bill of Rights, praises the Founding Fathers, or speaks too enthusiastically of American liberty as a potential “domestic terrorist.” “Disinformation” monitors censor online speakers who advocate for “America First” economic policies, voice support for President Trump and the J6 political prisoners, or defend local law enforcement from Antifa mobs. A rallying cry as innocuous as “Make America Great Again” is ludicrously defined as impermissible “hate speech.” If you love America, the Pentagon’s “diversity experts” and the (in)Justice Department’s race-baiting arsonists look at you sideways.
As for American culture — what does such a phrase even mean today? If we judged American culture by its television commercials, it is primarily an X-rated pleasure palace rife with sexually transmitted diseases, abortion on demand, and “transgender” confusion. If we judged American culture by its movies and streaming shows, it is a violent and racist society in which white people steal from everyone else. If we judged American culture by the speeches of its elected representatives, America is nothing more than a “giving tree” for the rest of the world to wear down to a stump. No soldier would sacrifice his life for such a moral wasteland. No parent or town would sacrifice so much for so little.
Politicians and pundits frequently speak of “two Americas” — one that serves the rich and powerful and another that cages the poor and powerless. What they intentionally overlook is that we are in the midst of a great conflict over what it means to be an American. Are we defined by an enduring appreciation for individual rights and personal liberties, or are we nothing but a chalkboard whose principles are easily rewritten or erased? Do we share a common political history that cherishes the Declaration of Independence and Bill of Rights, or are we merely a collection of competing tribes and feuding families unable to honor a mutual past? Do we speak a similar civic language, or are we foreigners to each other? If there is nothing that binds us as one people, then America will eventually be scattered to the four winds. Two Americas will become ten, until there are a hundred, then a thousand, and finally none. One thing is certain: that kind of disjointed America, devoid of common purpose, could never land in choppy waters, push through blinding chaos, and seize the high ground against a formidable enemy. That kind of America would struggle to defend itself.
In seeking inspiration, I have often turned to General Eisenhower’s Order of the Day distributed to Allied Forces on the eve of the D-Day invasion. “You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade,” he wrote. “The eyes of the world are upon you. The hope and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you.” When tens of thousands of young soldiers heard those words, they had no idea what kind of Hell awaited them. They did not know whether the invasion of France would be successful, or whether the fight for Europe would be lost in the early hours of a June morning. They did know that they would likely die in a foreign land far from their own families. Still, with apprehension and dread, they boarded aircraft and amphibious landing craft and headed into terrifying danger. Why? Because the eyes of the world were upon them, and the hope and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere depended upon their sacrifice. What a horrendous yet awe-inspiring thing it is for a man to lay down his life for another.
Eisenhower told his troops that they would be fighting to extinguish “tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.” He told them that their task would not be easy but that “free men of the world are marching together to Victory!” Finally, he beseeched Almighty God to bless “this great and noble undertaking.” Fighting tyranny to secure a free world with God’s guidance — what a tremendous responsibility. If only today’s Western leaders spoke with such moral clarity.
As the human race seems condemned to repeat past tragedy, liberty-loving people will surely be forced to unite again to vanquish oppressive tyranny. When that tragic day arrives, remember the wisdom of the Greatest Generation: only courage and faith can secure our freedom. We must all march together.
D-Day and America in 2024
On this day eighty-years ago, in the largest combined naval, air, and land operation in history, 154,000 Allied troops, including 71,000 American soldiers, landed on the beaches and in the marshlands of Normandy. Within the first twenty-four hours, American forces suffered 3,393 killed or missing and 6,603 wounded.
Thus began the liberation of continental Europe in a war that the United States had thrust upon it by the feckless efforts of others at appeasement and compromise with those who for years made clear their intentions and determination to conquer and impose their will on others.
In winning the war, this nation freed millions from tyranny and certain death, established democratic governments in the lands of their former enemies, rebuilt entire countries, and above all showed the world the true power of liberty and freedom.
I am among those freed from this tyranny and, thanks to the benevolence of the American people, brought to the United States as a displaced war orphan. In 1997, I fulfilled a lifelong goal of walking along Omaha Beach and visiting the Normandy American Cemetery. Little did I realize that it would turn out to be one of the most emotional days of my life.
An overcast, dreary day, together with the rhythmic breaking of the waves on the shoreline, accompanied my walk along the stretches of sand known forever as Omaha Beach, the site of the bloodiest battles of D-Day. As I looked out at the now tranquil English Channel, I tried to imagine the emotions of the young men in their teens and early twenties from cities and towns throughout America as they approached the shoreline and the mind-numbing violence and death awaiting them. Despite the rough seas and subsequent disorganization, they unhesitatingly faced the hail of bullets and artillery shells coming from the fortified bluffs along the entirety of the beach. It was the indomitable American spirit that spawned innumerable acts of individual heroism and initiative that ultimately won the day.
After spending an hour or so on the beach, I walked up a path leading to the Normandy American Cemetery on a bluff overlooking Omaha Beach. On my arrival, my breath was taken away by the sight of seemingly endless rows of 9,388 crosses and Stars of David.
As I walked along the paths and rows of white marble monuments, I could not help but notice that the surnames memorialized on the crosses and Stars of David reflected the melting-pot uniqueness of the United States. As I continued my walk, I soon found myself talking to the young men interred there.
American military cemeteries, with their verdant fields of seemingly endless rows of monuments marking the graves of those who made the ultimate sacrifice, dot the globe. The United States in 2024 is not the nation those interred among them willingly chose to defend and protect.
In 2024, the United States is a ship without a rudder, aimlessly wandering about the turbulent seas, piloted by those whose only interest is themselves, their Marxist-inspired ideology, and their thirst for power.
With each new generation, the knowledge, the firsthand experience of war, survival, and adversity fade into the distant past, replaced with the demands of day-to-day living. There is an unfortunate tendency to fall prey to not only the false but fashionable proclivity of blaming America for all of mankind’s ills, but also the inexorable acceptance of the belief that a powerful central government is the source and arbiter of human rights and freedom.
This nation cannot be salvaged if far too many Americans continue to be obsequiously deferential to and place their unbridled faith in the self-serving promises of egomaniacal politicians and succumb to the irrational influence of the nescient societal elites.
https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2024/06/d_day_and_america_in_2024.html
Normandy Speech: President Reagan's Address Commemorating 40th Anniversary of Normandy/D-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Leb7ynduCU&t=53s
Edwin, a huge thank you for posting this. Both my husband and myself had dads who were in WW2. We were sobbing over this article; over the sacrifice so many made and how brave they were to give their lives so others might live in freedom.