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Freedom’s Responsibility: Reclaiming Patriotism

“Freedom makes a huge requirement of every human being. With freedom comes responsibility. For the person who is unwilling to grow up, the person who does not want to carry his own weight, this is a frightening prospect.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

It is frustrating to log on to the internet every day and find the concepts of “patriotism” and “liberty” being so perverted. “Freedom,” or the children’s book version, is used as a cudgel by the selfish and self-righteous, and insecurity and division are sewn by unscrupulous politicians, who wave “America” like a red cape in a bull ring.

So many have sacrificed so much for this country and the living dream of how great America can be. Now, it seems, we can’t even manage to be decent, compassionate, and respectful of our neighbors. Clearly, the important lessons need to be re-learned. The question is, why have they not been handed down?

The bravery and sacrifice of the soldier at war is unfathomable. I think especially of those souls who were called up in the days of the draft, or who volunteered. What horrors were thrust upon them, and how well they acquitted themselves. I am thankful to those, like my grandfather, who did the heavy lifting, so that the rest of us wouldn’t have to.

The least we can do now is assume responsibility as a nation, pull ourselves together, and ensure that their sacrifices continue to resonate.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

“In Flanders Fields” remembered:
http://www.greatwar.co.uk/poems/john-mccrae-in-flanders-fields.htm?fbclid=IwAR2R5bVThWh1_p1CADTCNnzZ5RDSXiWGKbqxlnuDiPtMq0rIwtk9V74nT9o

Charles Ives’ setting:

Ives’ “Tom Sails Away”

Ives’ “He Is There!”

Germany’s perception of the American soldier in World War I:
https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/57121/42-quotes-germans-about-american-troops-after-world-war-i?fbclid=IwAR0enSmw2rP_N6QaFNn5vqK-cHTMd_hgURbzcPPaG9mQq-0Vk4a5yZBKlu8

May 25, 2020
Memorial Day Remembrance on The Classical Network

If the rain is keeping you indoors on this Memorial Day, consider tuning in to The Classical Network this afternoon for some musical remembrances of those who laid down their lives in war. We’ll also have a nostalgic diversion by Samuel Barber, who served in the U.S. Army Air Force; an operatic intermezzo by Enrique Granados, who died after his ship was torpedoed by a German submarine; and nods to the birthday anniversaries of Erich Wolfgang Korngold, Isaac Albeniz, and Frederick Septimus Kelly, who survived injury at Gallipoli only to be killed on the Somme.

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow, from 4 to 7 p.m. EDT, on WWFM – The Classical Network and wwfm.org.

More about “In Flanders Fields” and the history of the poppy as “flower of remembrance” here:

http://www.womensoutdoornews.com/2017/05/memorial-day-flanders-fields/

May 29, 2017
Remembering Soldiers Sacrifice and Bravery

The bravery and sacrifice of the soldier at war is unfathomable. I think especially of those souls who were called up in the days of the draft or who volunteered. What horrors were thrust upon them, and how well they acquitted themselves. I am thankful to those, like my grandfather, who did the heavy lifting so that the rest of us wouldn’t have to.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

“In Flanders Fields” remembered:
http://www.greatwar.co.uk/poems/john-mccrae-in-flanders-fields.htm

Charles Ives’ setting:

Ives’ “Tom Sails Away”

Ives’ “He Is There!”

Germany’s perception of the American soldier in World War I:
http://mentalfloss.com/article/57121/42-quotes-germans-about-american-troops-after-world-war-i

November 11, 2016
Veterans Day In Flanders Fields & Family Memories

It’s Veterans Day. Nearly a century ago, in May 1915, Canadian military doctor Maj. John M. McCrae composed the poem “In Flanders Fields,” after treating victims of a German chemical attack in Belgium. It captured the imagination of millions so that red poppies became a widely recognized symbol of Veterans Day.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

The text became the basis for the second of “Three War Songs,” by Charles Ives:

On a lighter note, here’s Ives himself singing the third, “They Are There!”

My grandfather served in World War II. He was an engineer, a sergeant, who was involved in construction and demolition. Among other things, he and his men built and blew up bridges. My uncles had medical conditions that kept them out of Vietnam. I feel very fortunate never to have had to experience modern warfare. I can’t imagine what my grandfather had to endure. He didn’t have people shooting at him all the time, but the war was no picnic, and though he had lots of funny stories, he had some close calls and did some desperate things. There are things about the war he never talked about. Some he revealed to me only toward the end of his life.

He died in 1996. At his viewing, it was mostly family, until the door opened and in walked a stranger, an old man in uniform. He had come to say farewell to his sergeant and friend, someone he had not seen for 50 years. Those of us who weren’t there, in Europe, in the Pacific, can only imagine what it was like. A simple night’s sleep could be interrupted at anytime. Of course, you couldn’t smoke, because the glowing tip of a cigarette was as good as a target.

One night, a German plane malfunctioned. Everyone heard the engine sputter, but there was no moon, and there was nothing to do but scramble blindly for shelter. My grandfather took refuge under a jeep. After the explosion, the men went to look for the body. All they found were the pilot’s feet.

In the Pacific, they had to transport nitroglycerin over some rough terrain. I gather from one of his murkier stories that someone took a shot at them.

The flag that was draped over my grandfather’s coffin was displayed on our mantle until my mother passed. It is now in the possession of my aunt.

I think of my grandfather often. I wonder what it was like to leave a young wife behind to risk everything in Europe, only to be sent to the Pacific. He talked about waves so powerful, they would dent the hull of a ship. After the war, he saw to it that all of his men found a way home. There was no organization, so everyone had to hitch rides with cargo or whatever they could get. But in the end, he did make it back.

From his image, captured in black and white photographs of the time, everyone remarks how much I look like my grandfather. The similarity ends there.

November 11, 2014

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