
As I watch movies like Saving Private Ryan or read my military history autobiographies from war veterans, I realize more and more what courageous lives these men led when they went to war in World War 2.
War sounds positively frightening. It really is amazing that anyone survived such a meat-grinding experience! Everyone must surely have suffered from some kind of post-traumatic stress syndrome -- how can you not if you see a soldier's head getting blown off and your buddy getting shredded to pieces by shrapnel.

I read
Messerschmitts over Sicily last year and German ace, Johannes Steinhoff (who later joined General of Luftwaffe Fighter Command Adolf Galland's famous Me262 Squadron of Aces), wrote of how he blew a pilot's head off with his Me109 cannon. Gruesome stuff. In air combat, it can be very personal if you get to see the enemy's face before you shoot him down. It must be frightening to have someone chasing your tail, especially if you realize that he's a much better pilot than you and that you WILL be shot down by the other pilot.
I visited the Normandy beaches in the mid-1990's with my brother when we did a battlefield tour of Europe. We went to Gold Beach: beautiful wide sandy beach where the tide goes out really far, exposing a beautiful huge stretch of sand landing up to the seaside town. Standing at the edge of the water, I realize just how exposed I was on that beach and how far away I was from the seaside town. I can't imagine running across that beach early in the morning, fully laden with a heavy combat pack and under fire all the way! How did our war veterans do it?? They deserve our utmost respect and admiration. I guess it was probably fear. I guess it was probably because they had nowhere else to go. I can only imagine how tempting it would have been to cower behind any wreck or beach obstacle because the thought of crossing that bullet ridden beach must just have been terrifying.
What would I have done in their place?
Where would one find the courage to be courageous? It would have taken so much fortitude just to be brave and run the lead gauntlet to the seaside seawall much less find the fortitude to be courageous and risk one's life further by attacking the German bunkers. What a generation of men that was!
As that generation of war veterans die away, we should always remember to thank them whenever we see any of them. I always appreciate hearing their stories in the media during Rememberance Day (in Canada) or Veterans' Day (in the US) memorials.
This is where I find it so engrossing to read these war autobiographies, to read the testimonies of these war veterans as to how they experienced the war, what terrors they felt, what fears they had, what hopes and dreams they harboured then, where they found their individual courage, how they survived...
Truth if stranger than fiction, some say. I find truth (war autobiographies) to be more interesting than war fiction or any other fiction.

View of Gold Beach from the surrounding cliffs where the Germans would have been! This is where the British landed.

View of Omaha Beach from the English Channel

On Omaha Beach. This is where the US 1st Division (Big Red One) landed.

View of Omaha Beach from a surviving German bunker today

Juno Beach. This is where the Canadians landed.
Colin
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