When we teach our children, relate the stories of those bloody days, we reach out in fact to let them know that there are fights, like it or not, weeping mothers aside, children orphaned, scars carried a lifetime, that are worth fighting.
This - and your excellent book - are so critically important, not because we love warfare, battles, but it shows them the consequences of allowing such events to come, tells them there are brutal men who seek evil ends, that greed is not, in fact, ‘good’.. that we should strive to be moral beings, for others, and if not them, for ourselves because we hope to live in a world where doing what’s right, on every level, leads to peace, and that is worth seeking.
Steven, I forgot to thank you on behalf of and in honor of my father, who was part of the armada that reached the coast of Normandy that morning, a merchant ship carrying supplies as it had faithfully on the north Atlantic since the beginning of the war, in convoys as the U boats followed them like wolves..
he watched the battle unfolding and unloaded armaments on D Day +3..
He lies in a Veterans cemetery, with his older brother… and all his brothers in arms.
What a powerful and moving piece. A message for us all to remember. Thank you so much.
When we teach our children, relate the stories of those bloody days, we reach out in fact to let them know that there are fights, like it or not, weeping mothers aside, children orphaned, scars carried a lifetime, that are worth fighting.
This - and your excellent book - are so critically important, not because we love warfare, battles, but it shows them the consequences of allowing such events to come, tells them there are brutal men who seek evil ends, that greed is not, in fact, ‘good’.. that we should strive to be moral beings, for others, and if not them, for ourselves because we hope to live in a world where doing what’s right, on every level, leads to peace, and that is worth seeking.
Thank you.
Thank you Steve.
Reading every word here
feels like living through it.
This is good for us.
It keeps us connected
to our heroes of DDay
and to our leaders
who honor them.
It inspires our hearts
to keep the faith
FDR spoke of.
Steven, I forgot to thank you on behalf of and in honor of my father, who was part of the armada that reached the coast of Normandy that morning, a merchant ship carrying supplies as it had faithfully on the north Atlantic since the beginning of the war, in convoys as the U boats followed them like wolves..
he watched the battle unfolding and unloaded armaments on D Day +3..
He lies in a Veterans cemetery, with his older brother… and all his brothers in arms.
All honor
to your father
and his brother.
I see
how you honor them, Patris,
in all your
freedom building words
of encouragement
that you so generously give
to so many writers here.
I wondered where
your strong spirit comes from.
Now I know.
Deborah, I don’t know what to say..