I love military history, but I confess I am only an amateur. I try to dig down into the tactics, operational, and strategic facets of military history. I also dig poignant military stories. I will get the ball rolling.
NETHERLANDS AMERICAN CEMETERIES
We have thousands of US soldiers buried in Netherland's cemeteries. Their sacrifices made in WWII have been institutionalized. It is part of the country's DNA now. Every single grave has been adopted by a Dutch family for flowers, ceremonies, and love. They are now sons of the US and the Netherlands. There is a long waiting list of families wanting to adopt our sons that is far greater than the number of graves. For this I have immense gratitude to the Dutch. Much deeper than my words.
GERMAN SNIPER SURRENDERS AFTER HEARING AMERICAN BUGLER
Sometimes there exists compassion and humanity during war time. 2 weeks after D-Day a lone German Sniper continued to fire at US soldiers in Northern France. CPT Jack Tueller was an avid bugler and played a song late at night despite his superior tell him that was foolish. He played a song called Lili Marlene which I believe was a popular song at the time.
The following day German POWs entered the camp under escort. A 19 year old German soldier who was the sniper asked in broken English, who played the bugle the other night. CPT Tueller replied I played the bugle. The young German soldier started to cry and said the song reminded him of his girlfriend and how they use to sing together to that song. I am sure the young German soldier was scared, confused, to include missing his girlfriend.
VIETNAM WAR WIDOW SEEKS CLOSURE
A grandmotherly American Vietnam War widow walked into the plane that would take her from California to Vietnam. She was lightly packed; her focus was exclusively on a pilgrimage to see the exact location where her young husband died during the war. It was an impossible task, but she was determined, even though the success of the endeavor appeared implausible. She must try.
Dean and Hattie fell in love in high school and were inseparable and married immediately upon graduating from college; there dreams became true as time progressed; but the bells of war were tolling. He was drafted shortly after the marriage. Then he left for training to become a helicopter pilot. He was an affable Texas boy who was well liked.
They delayed the inevitable until it was almost time to say goodbye. She had meticulously packed his luggage and fretted but did not show it. Each item she packed painfully reminded her Dean was leaving to a faraway country few knew of to fight in a war. The morning was still dark when a yellow taxi arrived in the light rain and the cool morning wind filled the air. The windshield wipers were on. They embraced, smiled, kissed, and said they loved each other. He whispered soothing and sweet words in her ear and said he would return to her, but he did not know his fortunes, then he left, gone forever. She watched the taxi until she could not see it anymore. Her eyes watered and a few tears fell upon her cheeks. Her heart was broken.
Flying helicopters in Vietnam was a dangerous vocation. Over 5,000 US helicopters were shot down in the war. Dean was welcomed by his unit. A sponsor showed him around the base and the location of housing and services. He was smart, good looking, and popular. After 3 months he was assigned a mission to delivery soldiers to a landing zone with his Huey. That is when he was shot down and killed.
Many decades later Hattie, in her 70s, decided to embark on an emotional and spiritual trip to Vietnam in her quest to find peace. She sought the hallowed ground where Dean had died. With some assistance she ultimately found it. She asked various Vietnamese villages if they knew of a helicopter crash during the war. She repeated this over and over again with tenacity. By random chance she found an old Vietnamese man who would become her guide who knew of the location of the crash site of the helicopter Dean was piloting. The Vietnamese guide was none other than the NVA soldier who shot down Dean's Huey.
She hired a driver with a car and searched for the site with the assistance of the retired NVA soldier. They arrived at the site. Where she stood the air was hot and stifling as if a knife could cut through the humidity. There was some welcome respite from the hot sun under the canopy of large trees. He described the helicopter crash and her husband's dying moments without going into the minute morbid details.
She had strong ambivalent feelings for the old Vietnamese soldier. He was a former enemy, but yet he would help bring a semblance of understanding and peace to quench her eternally broken heart. Something she sought for such a long time. She did not expect an apology, nor did he give it to her. They were both doing their duties. That is war. Perhaps this would give him closer to closure as well as he looked upon her as not the enemy but a normal person trying to heal her heart.
Over the years Hattie had remarried and started a family, but she wanted closure. Final closure. I suppose she still loved him and got just enough of him in her life that he would always be stored strategically and safely in her heart. She felt some guilt Dean was her true love and it never subsided as time marched on.
However, she wanted what was impossible, more time with him. He was like a beautiful song she heard, but heard just part of it, and no more. She wished and wanted to listen to the rest of the song. Dean would be part of her until she becomes no more. Then perhaps, they can explore the universe together. Young and free, in perpetuity, with no time limits and no constraints. Sometimes it is infinitely difficult to say goodbye or accept it.
NETHERLANDS AMERICAN CEMETERIES
We have thousands of US soldiers buried in Netherland's cemeteries. Their sacrifices made in WWII have been institutionalized. It is part of the country's DNA now. Every single grave has been adopted by a Dutch family for flowers, ceremonies, and love. They are now sons of the US and the Netherlands. There is a long waiting list of families wanting to adopt our sons that is far greater than the number of graves. For this I have immense gratitude to the Dutch. Much deeper than my words.
GERMAN SNIPER SURRENDERS AFTER HEARING AMERICAN BUGLER
Sometimes there exists compassion and humanity during war time. 2 weeks after D-Day a lone German Sniper continued to fire at US soldiers in Northern France. CPT Jack Tueller was an avid bugler and played a song late at night despite his superior tell him that was foolish. He played a song called Lili Marlene which I believe was a popular song at the time.
The following day German POWs entered the camp under escort. A 19 year old German soldier who was the sniper asked in broken English, who played the bugle the other night. CPT Tueller replied I played the bugle. The young German soldier started to cry and said the song reminded him of his girlfriend and how they use to sing together to that song. I am sure the young German soldier was scared, confused, to include missing his girlfriend.
VIETNAM WAR WIDOW SEEKS CLOSURE
A grandmotherly American Vietnam War widow walked into the plane that would take her from California to Vietnam. She was lightly packed; her focus was exclusively on a pilgrimage to see the exact location where her young husband died during the war. It was an impossible task, but she was determined, even though the success of the endeavor appeared implausible. She must try.
Dean and Hattie fell in love in high school and were inseparable and married immediately upon graduating from college; there dreams became true as time progressed; but the bells of war were tolling. He was drafted shortly after the marriage. Then he left for training to become a helicopter pilot. He was an affable Texas boy who was well liked.
They delayed the inevitable until it was almost time to say goodbye. She had meticulously packed his luggage and fretted but did not show it. Each item she packed painfully reminded her Dean was leaving to a faraway country few knew of to fight in a war. The morning was still dark when a yellow taxi arrived in the light rain and the cool morning wind filled the air. The windshield wipers were on. They embraced, smiled, kissed, and said they loved each other. He whispered soothing and sweet words in her ear and said he would return to her, but he did not know his fortunes, then he left, gone forever. She watched the taxi until she could not see it anymore. Her eyes watered and a few tears fell upon her cheeks. Her heart was broken.
Flying helicopters in Vietnam was a dangerous vocation. Over 5,000 US helicopters were shot down in the war. Dean was welcomed by his unit. A sponsor showed him around the base and the location of housing and services. He was smart, good looking, and popular. After 3 months he was assigned a mission to delivery soldiers to a landing zone with his Huey. That is when he was shot down and killed.
Many decades later Hattie, in her 70s, decided to embark on an emotional and spiritual trip to Vietnam in her quest to find peace. She sought the hallowed ground where Dean had died. With some assistance she ultimately found it. She asked various Vietnamese villages if they knew of a helicopter crash during the war. She repeated this over and over again with tenacity. By random chance she found an old Vietnamese man who would become her guide who knew of the location of the crash site of the helicopter Dean was piloting. The Vietnamese guide was none other than the NVA soldier who shot down Dean's Huey.
She hired a driver with a car and searched for the site with the assistance of the retired NVA soldier. They arrived at the site. Where she stood the air was hot and stifling as if a knife could cut through the humidity. There was some welcome respite from the hot sun under the canopy of large trees. He described the helicopter crash and her husband's dying moments without going into the minute morbid details.
She had strong ambivalent feelings for the old Vietnamese soldier. He was a former enemy, but yet he would help bring a semblance of understanding and peace to quench her eternally broken heart. Something she sought for such a long time. She did not expect an apology, nor did he give it to her. They were both doing their duties. That is war. Perhaps this would give him closer to closure as well as he looked upon her as not the enemy but a normal person trying to heal her heart.
Over the years Hattie had remarried and started a family, but she wanted closure. Final closure. I suppose she still loved him and got just enough of him in her life that he would always be stored strategically and safely in her heart. She felt some guilt Dean was her true love and it never subsided as time marched on.
However, she wanted what was impossible, more time with him. He was like a beautiful song she heard, but heard just part of it, and no more. She wished and wanted to listen to the rest of the song. Dean would be part of her until she becomes no more. Then perhaps, they can explore the universe together. Young and free, in perpetuity, with no time limits and no constraints. Sometimes it is infinitely difficult to say goodbye or accept it.