In Flander's Fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard among the guns below.
We are the dead, short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we liein Flander's Fields...(Major John McCrae, May 1915)
This Wednesday, November 11, 2020, America will pause to observe Veteran's Day, or as it is known across Europe, Remembrance Day. It is one day: twenty-four hours, 1,440 minutes, or 86,400 seconds; that we are to stop and remember those who sacrificed all for our freedom.
For most of us, Veteran's Day is a happy relief from school and work--a day to sleep in, binge watch your favorite programs, go out and play a game of tackle football with your friends, or just enjoy a BBQ in the yard and the beautiful Arizona weather we are so blessed with this time of year. It is a day we celebrate, in our own way, our freedom to do the things we like to do or take a well-needed rest from our responsibilities. I have always had a very deep appreciation for our Veterans as I come from a family of people who served their country with great pride. However, I don't believe I ever truly felt the weight of what that day means until 2013 when I stood in the Globe Theater in London on Remembrance Day with my Will Power Cast of
Taming of the Shrew.
Every November 11th in London, during the 11th hour of the day, everyone stops: pedestrians, cars in traffic, people going about their business in the office or at school. All of them stop and offer two full minutes of silence, and then the church bells chime, all throughout the city, to remember the dead. Our tour guide at the theater that day told us this would occur, and so, in the middle of our tour, we did as Londoners do:
we stopped. We stood silently, many of us wearing our poppy flower remembrance pins. We waited in that silence, bowing our heads until the chimes of Westminster reminded us wistfully of the wondrous gift of our lives and our freedom.
Every time we visit London with Will Power, we visit Westminster Abbey which is located near Big Ben and Parliament. During the entire month of November, surrounding Westminster Abbey, there are small crosses decorated with red poppies with names on them. They fill in the grass all around the large cathedral, each bearing the name of one who was lost.
In 2014, an artist was specially commissioned to create glass poppies to fill the grassy moat around the Tower of London-- one poppy for every British subject who served and gave his or her life in all of the battles since WW1. With my
Romeo and Juliet cast that year, I had the incredible honor of seeing that sight. I have included pictures here because this is one of those times when words truly cannot capture the magnitude of such a sight.
For this blog, I wanted to take the time and honor some of the heroes--some of the lost. I have chosen four. They have fought in different battles and in different ways. They are not well known or widely celebrated, but they are, most certainly, heroes who offered great sacrifice--one of them, the ultimate sacrifice. They are but four of thousands of these such unsung heroes, and they deserve our reflection. I hope that after you learn about them and read a little bit about their contribution to our world and our freedom, you will give them a few minutes of your time and remembrance this tumultuous month of November...
JOHN ROBERT FOX: The ultimate sacrifice
The 92nd Infantry Division (African American soldiers division) also known as the Buffalo Soldiers, was a division that fought in WW2. First Lieutenant John R. Fox was a member of the 366th Infantry Regiment when he sacrificed his life to defeat an enemy attack and save the lives of others. In December of 1944, Fox was a part of a small party that volunteered to stay behind in the Italian village of Sommocolonia. American forces had been forced to withdraw after that village had been overrun by the Germans. From his position on the second floor of a house, Fox directed defensive fire. German soldiers were attacking, and they greatly outnumbered the small handful of Americans. Fox radioed the artillery to bring its fire closer to his position. As the attack continued, he ordered fire directly onto his own position. The soldier who received the message was stunned, as there was little if any chance that Fox, himself would survive the offensive strike. When he questioned the order, Fox simply replied, "Fire it. That's an order." His sacrifice gained time for the US forces to organize a counterattack and retake the village.
After the war, the Italian citizens of Sommocolonia erected a monument to honor the men killed during the artillery barrage: eight Italian soldiers and the American, Lt. Fox. Fox was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor on January 13, 1997.
NANCY GRACE AUGUSTA WAKE: Code Name, "The White Mouse"Nancy Wake was a British Special Operations Executive agent from Australia during the later part of WW2. She became a leading figure in the maquis groups of the ferocious French Resistance or "Army of the Shadows" that fought against Nazi occupation; she was one of the Allies' most decorated servicewomen. After the fall of France in 1940, she became a courier for the French Resistance and later joined the escape network of Capt. Ian Garrow, helping Allied pilots who were shot down over enemy territory secretly escape through the Pyrenees Mountains from France into Spain, where they could be flown out to rejoin their troops. Just three years later, Wake was on the Gestapo's most wanted list, with a five million franc bounty on her head. On the 29th day of April in 1944, she parachuted into occupied France near Auvergne, becoming a liaison between London and the local maquis group headed by Capt. Henri Tardivat in the Forest of Tronçais. From April 1944 until the liberation of France, her 7,000 maquisards fought 22,000 German soldiers, causing 1,400 casualties while suffering only 100 among themselves.
Nancy's husband George was tortured to death in 1943 by the Nazi Gestapo for refusing to disclose her whereabouts. Nancy Wake was awarded the George Medal, the US Medal of Freedom, the Médaille de la Résistance, and, three times, the Croix de Guerre.
VASILI ARKHIPOV: The Man who Saved the WorldVice Admiral Vasili Arkhipov was a Soviet Navy officer credited with casting the only vote that prevented a Soviet nuclear strike and all out nuclear was during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Such an attack would have caused a major global thermonuclear response which could have been our WW3, destroying much of the world. As flotilla commander and second in command of the diesel powered submarine B-59, only Arkhipov refused to authorize the captain's use of nuclear torpedoes against the United States Navy, a decision requiring the agreement of all three senior officers aboard.
Apparently, on October 27, 1962, during the Cuban Missile Crisis, a group of eleven US Navy destroyers and the aircraft carrier USS Randolph located the B-59 near Cuba. The Americans started dropping signaling depth charges, which are explosives intended to force the sub up to the surface for identification. There had been no contact from Moscow for a number of days, and those on board the Russian sub had no idea whether or not war had broken out. The captain of the submarine, Valentin Grigorievitch Savitsky, decided that a war had probably already started, and wanted to launch a nuclear torpedo. As such a decision required the three top in command to unanimously agree, Arkhipov was the one voice that saved the US Navy and probably, the world that day.
LARRY FROST: Vietnam War Veteran and My FriendYou have all come to know Larry Frost as the author of
Conversations in the Asparagus Patch. He is a dear friend of my family and the husband of Sherri Frost, a woman I am proud to call my best friend--literally since birth. Sherri is the type of friend who stands with you through it all in life: the storms and the celebrations. They are an incredible couple of great faith and grace who are truly an inspiration to me each and every day of life.
Larry is a man who has been a great leader in business and his community and a mentor to many over the years. He has shared with us, personally, some of the most remarkable stories I have ever heard from his own war experiences as a Vietnam Veteran. If you are not someone who believes in miracles, you most certainly would change your mind if you heard Larry's stories from Vietnam. Larry doesn't consider himself a hero, but his wife and his friends most certainly do. He is a man who deeply loves his country and would willingly lay down his life for another in a time of great crisis or peril. While very humble when it comes to his own accomplishments, Larry does, however, consider those amazing young men with whom he served as heroes, and probably none more than his best friend, Shelby.
My family had the honor of finding Shelby's name on the traveling Vietnam Memorial
Wall a few years back, and I later had the chance to find it on the real wall in Washington DC in the winter of 2019. I want to share a poem, with Larry's permission, that he wrote for his friend Shelby with all of you. I have included a link to that poem at the bottom for you to read. I think you will learn that Larry has forged an eternal bond with his young friend from so many years ago, and that his very deep and strong faith has seen him through some horrifying tragedies he experienced when serving his country in the United States Army.
War is ugly. It is a monster that steals away the best and brightest and leaves the rest haunted by misery and images too horrible to speak--too ghastly to forget. It represents the very worst human beings can be; that ugly, selfish, hatred that seeks only to avenge, kill, take, and destroy.
But on Veteran's Day, we are not honoring the wars, themselves; we are honoring the heroes that dared to face the plague of battle so that we would not have to. They represent the other side of human beings--the extraordinary and unbreakable spirit that longs for life, beauty, freedom, love and opportunities for happily ever afters. I am going to quote my friend Larry Frost here to sum it up:
"Where do we get such men and women? Only a loving God could ensure that in each generation there will be people with this level and courage and strength." Larry also shared with me that Lt. Col. Dave Grossman, in his book
On Combat once said,
"If we were to go but a single generation without such men and women, we should surely be both damned and doomed."I look forward to another November someday when I will fly across the Atlantic to London Day; to journey back and see the poppies surrounding
Westminster Abbey; to once again look out across that sea of crosses and red flowers in complete and utter awe at the brave souls that dared to stand up against the evil that threatened the freedom of their time and generation. I am not sure when I will be blessed with that opportunity again, but I know that I will, at that moment, reflect upon the extraordinary: those who were willing to lay down their lives so that I might stand there on a day of rest and relaxation and freely express my gratitude to them. Wherever you are on all of your November 11ths to come, I hope you will take the time out to remember and do the same.
Please watch these two videos (links below) explaining the origin of Veteran's Day and honoring American Veterans. Then, please enjoy the amazing videos that were created on Memorial Day on Omaha Beach in France and the recent 75th Anniversary of D-Day Celebration that occurred in June, 2019. Finally, click on the link to read Larry's tribute to his dear friend Shelby and the baby girl his friend would never meet.
In your blog response, comment on your own reflection. I conclude this very special blog with this, one of my favorite poems. It was brilliantly used by President Ronald Reagan as he stood where I have stood twice before with my family and scholars, on the shores of Normandy in France, honoring the men who stormed those very beaches to liberate France, and Europe in 1944:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of--wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,I've chased the shouting wind along, and flungMy eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blueI've topped the wind-swept heights with easy graceWhere never lark, or ever eagle flew--And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trodThe high untrespassed sanctity of space,Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. ~ John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Larry's Poem for Shelby: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1WANxIQgDVeliEcjTKKRFpcAVXNAaT8VQ/view?usp=sharing
Once again, Christmas is in the air, hopefully bringing us warm memories of time well spent with those we love. Better than the presents we give and receive is the presence we offer with our friends and family--time spent truly savoring each others' company, setting aside all the daily stresses and responsibilities, if only for a little while. Taking time to stop and look at all of the beauty around us, to engage in deep conversation, to get out and enjoy the beauty of nature here in the desert; now, perhaps more than ever, these are all good ways to refocus, set new goals for the upcoming year, and empower ourselves to pursue our dreams. Another way is to stop and consider all the things we love, those things that make us smile --things for which we are so grateful...and then, put pen to paper.
