Opinion: We’ve triumphed over
adversity and countless enemies; now we’re divided
By Howard Gold
A month ago, I followed the coverage
of the 70th anniversary of D-Day with great interest, particularly a special section in the New York Daily News
featuring the few surviving veterans of the Normandy invasion of June 6, 1944.
Those still around are in their late
80s and 90s. Some can no longer recall the details of that extraordinary day.
Others speak with the humility and reticence typical of men of their time.
Some 73,000 Americans stormed the
beaches and fields of Normandy along with 83,000 Brits and Canadians. A total
of 4,400 Allied troops lost their lives on what became known as the Longest
Day. But their efforts helped break Nazi Germany’s stranglehold on Europe and
led to the defeat of Adolf Hitler’s monstrous regime within a year.
Gen. George C. Marshall told Supreme
Allied Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower, who led the invasion, that it was “the
greatest victory in the history of warfare.”
It was much more. World War II and
its aftermath — the occupation of Germany and Japan, which transformed the Axis
powers into prosperous democracies; the Marshall Plan; the Cold War and the
protection of freedom in Europe and elsewhere — were in my opinion the single
greatest achievement in American history since the nation’s founding.
Yes, there were many problems (which
I’ll discuss later). But an emerging superpower used its economic might and
“can-do” spirit to further the ideals of democracy and freedom on which this
country was founded. Everything since — except maybe the civil rights bill of
1964, the moon landing of 1969 and the final victory over Communism in the Cold
War — pales in comparison.
And that’s our problem. The malaise
Americans express so often now reflects a sense we’ve seen our better days,
that future generations will not enjoy the freedom and prosperity we had. If
you polled Americans, I believe most would say we’re not the country we were.
And we’re not, not because the
Greatest Generation were superior people, but because their life experiences
were dramatically different.
The vast majority of the 12 million
Americans who served in World War II lived through the poverty and desperation
of the Great Depression.
They were literally lean and hungry.
The average World War II soldier was five-foot, eight inches tall and weighed
144 pounds. (In 2008, nearly 39% of Americans from 18 to 24 were overweight or
obese, according to the Centers for Disease Control.)
A mere one in 10 had attended
college. One in three had only a grade-school education. But even America’s
most favored sons thrust themselves into the heat of battle. Joseph P. Kennedy
Jr. and Theodore Roosevelt Jr. gave their lives. John F. Kennedy and George
H.W. Bush were war heroes.
On the home front, five million
American women entered the labor force and, alongside the men, in America’s
factories built the Arsenal of Democracy . They produced 80,000 landing craft,
100,000 tanks and armored cars, 300,000 airplanes, 15 million guns and 41
billion rounds of ammunition.
Americans pulled together in ways
that would be unthinkable today. They saved bacon fat, planted “victory
gardens” and lived with rationing of meat, sugar and gasoline.
Still, reported historian Allan M. Winkler, “seven out of 10 Americans said they had not had to
make any ‘real sacrifices’ as a result of the war.”
Their efforts paid off. “The United
States emerged from World War II with extraordinary advantages that would
ensure prosperity for decades: an intact, thriving industrial base; a
population relatively unscarred by war; cheap energy; two-thirds of the world’s
gold supply; and great optimism,” wrote Rick Atkinson in “The Guns at Last
Light,” the third volume of his magnificent Liberation Trilogy.
The British Empire was finished.
Germany and Japan were devastated. The Soviet Union, which emerged as our chief
adversary, had lost more than 20 million people in its brutal war against the
Nazis.
With World War II, the U.S. assumed
world leadership as our economic power was peaking. The Greatest Generation
went on to build the most prosperous consumer economy ever seen, as well as a
national highway system and a space program that put a man on the moon.
But a generation later, a rebuilt
Germany and Japan became stiff competitors just when the era of cheap oil
ended. Corporate America’s obsession with quarterly profits led to serial
restructurings of iconic American industries while post-Mao China became a
dynamic part of the world economy. The personal computer and Internet
transformed the economy. Piece by piece, the Arsenal of Democracy was
dismantled and once-great manufacturing hubs became song titles.
Throw in several undeclared wars
with ambiguous outcomes, big-money lobbying, lowest-common-denominator
politicians, presidents whose leadership veered between reckless and feckless,
a poisonous media culture, and just plain greed, and is it any wonder we’re so
deeply divided?
World War II wasn’t a triumph for
everyone. The U.S. Armed Forces that defeated Europe and Japan were segregated , and many African-Americans who fought
courageously couldn’t vote.
After the war, Rosie the Riveter
returned to hearth and home, and only 30 years later did women return en masse
to the labor force.
Japanese-Americans were infamously
thrown into internment camps. Defeating Japan involved nuclear weapons that
began a terrifying nuclear arms race. The Cold War, too, was full of hubris and
overreach (e.g., the 1953 Iran coup, the Bay of Pigs invasion).
And who would trade today’s
affluence — even with all our problems — for the hard-scrabble existence
Americans lived then?
Still, it’s difficult not to envy
the unity our parents and grandparents had. (We had it after September 11th,
but not for long.) And their accomplishments were astounding. They won the war
and made the peace. They built the world we live in today.
No, America isn’t the country it was
then. But we need to at least try to find some common ground. That won’t be
easy for a former economic monopoly and declining, rather than rising,
superpower. But we owe it to the last members of a dying generation who gave so
much and asked for so little in return.
Have a safe and happy Independence
Day!
Today I am off work. For the fourth you might think. No not at all gotta work tomorrow. Since we are open everyday except Christmas and Thanksgiving my company includes in our package days off for you birthday (nope that's in march) and your anniversary.
ReplyDeleteJuly 3 1997 I married the fine woman who has made this latest part of my journey through life full, successful, and rewarding. A great 17 years and counting. We all need a strong partner in all we endeavor. No man (or woman) is an island.
I apologize in advance for intruding on your day of celebration .I do perhaps have something worth contributing.
ReplyDeleteA few months ago I was asked by the editor of a small English village magazine to write a single paragraph piece to mark the anniversary of D Day.
As most who read this will know, I was born and spent the first 16 years of my life in England. I was sixty years in Australia before making a short visit to my childhood village about three years ago. Since returning to Australia I have written a thousand word essay for the bi monthly edition of the village magazine.
The following is about the shortest piece I have ever written for publication; it did however strike a chord with the readers and feedback has been pleasing.
Penny has asked me, as an ancient from the village, if I remember anything of D-Day.
Short answer is not a lot but what I do remember is indelibly etched on my mind and will remain there forever.
We were living just a few miles away in Cocking at the time, Father away at the war somewhere and the village life quiet and as serene as was possible during those turbulent times. Quite suddenly there were thousands of troops with their impedimenta camped in every park, laneway and covered space in the district. American, Canadian, British of course and other nationalities were all there in some sort of orderly confusion. I remember teenage girls being herded, sheep like by their mothers and maiden ants into secure houses away from the soldiers, obviously enjoying their last days before facing the unknown across the water, Of course small boys could not fully understand the activity but after four years of war our senses were keenly attuned to adventure. Thunder flashes were exploded by exuberant soldiers after they had drunk the pub dry. Small boys with the cry “got any gum chum” pestered the soldiers and for the few days they were in the district, many were invited for a meal at a local home. I remember we had two Americans for tea but of course they had to depart before dark. I remember they “talked funny” and there was excitement and also sadness in their voices as they showed my mother and us boys, pictures of their wives and children.
After just a few days the village emptied,; in just a few hours all were gone and not even nosy kids knew where they were going. That so many had embarked on a journey from which they were never to return is the reason I still remember so clearly the events of just one week during the war, 70 years have passed and those men deserve All the honour we can bestow upon them, even now.
Ric, I agree re the need for a wife. I have the same one I started with 53 years ago, somehow I think it would be too difficult to break in another one at this late stage, she is in addition to being quiet, the best cook in Tasmania. I may have more to say about the article which is the subject of this post. What is often forgotten is the influence of the isolationists in Congress and the fact that mainland America remained free from foreign invasion throughout the war.
Cheers from Aussie