Going Back – Just To September 1939 – Virtually . . . The Entire World Was At War.
My Dad Signed-Up To Fight The Nazis in 1939. His Brothers – (My Uncles) Also Signed-Up To Fight The Nazis . . . And so Did MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS of Other Fathers, Uncles, Brothers, Cousins, Relatives, Friends, Neighbors & People no one who Went Overseas to Fight the Nazis Knew, or would ever Know.
MILLIONS of People from Every Walk of Life, Including Men, Women & Boys over the Age of 18-Years, left their Jobs, Schooling and Comfort to Face a Global Enemy, Because It Was The Right & Brave Thing To Do.
I’m Going to Juxtapose the Lives of Millions of North Americans through the Eyes & Memory of my Father. When my Dad Stormed-Off the Landing-Craft at Sicily, Months before the D-Day Invasion . . . He had no Idea if he would even Reach the Shore before being Cut-Down by Enemy Gunfire, Drowned in the Ocean Waters Laden-Down by his Backpack, Rifle & Ammunition, only to be Shot on Shore . . . But He Did It Anyway.
Over 150,000 Allied Soldiers Stormed The Beaches At Normandy . . . Knowing they Might be Killed at Sea, before even Storming the Beaches. Hundreds of Thousands of Americans Along with their Allies Fought by Land, Sea & Air in the Asia/Pacific War Against Japan.
Here’s The Rub . . . None of Those Brave Men, Women & Youngsters who Went Overseas to Fight – Knew if they would Survive. My Dad was Wounded at Monte Casino. And while Fighting his way Through Italy towards the Netherlands, France, Belgium & Germany . . . He Suffered from Malaria – But He . . . Like Millions Of Other Citizen Soldiers Fighting Worldwide – Fought-On Nonetheless, Never Knowing when they Might be Killed, Wounded or Crippled For Life – But They Fought-On.
TENS OF MILLIONS . . . Allied Soldiers Lost their Lives Fighting the Nazis. There were No Safe Spaces . . . and There Were No Conscientious Objectors on the Battlefield.
A Blunder Of Orders Commanded Slightly More Than 600-British Cavalry Soldiers, Armed Only With Lances, Light Guns & Sabers . . . To Assault The Russian High Ground In Balaclava, Across An Expanse Of Open Fields, Where The High Ground Was Defended By Rows Of Russian Cannon.
Half A League, Half A League, Half A League Onward,
All In The Valley Of Death Rode The Six Hundred.
“Forward, The Light Brigade! Charge For The Guns!” He Said.
Into The Valley Of Death Rode The Six Hundred.
IT WAS A SLAUGHTER . . . The British Were Cut-Down from the Get-Go – But the Charge Never Relented, because it was their Duty to Fight a War, even though they Didn’t Understand the Tactics, and had No Idea that this Would be One of the Greatest Military Disasters of all Time.
But Even Though The Light Brigade Was Destroyed – Their Legend Will Never Die, Because Their “Victory” Was Sacrifice Through Ultimate Courage.
Americans, Canadians, Brits, Aussies & Other Assorted Allies have for Centuries Faced the most Implacable Foes During many Regional Wars, Two World Wars, Korea, Vietnam, Communism, Islamism & Whatever Else Faced-Us . . . We Never Shied Away From Doing What Must Be Done.
My Understanding is that Most North Americans “Could” get the Coronavirus. Of those Infected, Most will Hardly be Incapacitated. Many of us won’t even Know we have it. Some of us will get Pretty Sick. And Fewer than 2%, much of whom will be the Most Auto-Immune Compromised Amongst us Will Die.
No One Is Asking Us To Storm The Beaches . . . Or Charge The High Ground. We Don’t have to Swim for Shore Laden Down with Supplies, Duck Bullets, And Pray just to Live Another Day Thousands of Miles from Home.
So Let’s Do Our Best . . . to Take Care of the Most Vulnerable within our Societies (Canada and the USA), And Let The Rest Of Us Get Back To Work – NOW!
If We Let Our Industries Die . . . There Will Be No Salvation – We Will Have Crossed The Rubicon.
As Soon As My Quarantine Period Comes To An End . . . I will Do Whatever I Can to Get Into the Fight, No Matter how Important or how Trivial. As President Trump Says . . . “We’re At War”.
And I’ll Be Damned If I’m Going To Go Down Without A Fight.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov