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500 Words on D-Day

“They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate.” — President Franklin D. Roosevelt, radio broadcast, June 6, 1944

Courtesy archival footage

The boat’s probably sprung a leak or two. The seas are choppy. Hardened men and new recruits alike are trying very hard to keep their breakfasts down. Weapons are checked and re-checked. If one were to peek over the edge of the landing craft, a hundred more would be visible on either side. And then, when the boat pushes onto shore and the door drops open, all literal hell breaks loose.

Fixed machine gun positions turn the first few rows of men packed together into paste. Men drown in their attempts to avoid the deadly hail. Those that make it onto the beach have to slip around hedgerows of metal and possibly even mines. Mortar rounds from pillboxes send soldiers and their body parts flying into the air. Medics struggle in vain to at least stabilize the wounded before snipers finish the job. Every inch of sand between the sea and the enemy position is paid for in blood.

Fifty years ago today, this was reality for over 150,000 Allied troops as Operation Neptune, the amphibious invasion of France to liberate it from Nazi Germany, was executed. While what is described above, and seen in films like Saving Private Ryan, makes the invasion seem costly and brutal, the fact is that things could have been much worse. Thanks to Allied intelligence efforts, the Germans had to defend huge swaths of the coastline, The Allies had air superiority, meaning they could bombard the defensive positions from the sky as well as the sea. French Resistance fighters disrupted bridges and supply convoys behind enemy lines, and the German command structure did not have the alacrity needed to adequately deal with the nature of the invasion.

Still, the fight was incredibly hard. Allied casualties were in the tens of thousands, with over 4,000 confirmed dead on the first day alone. None of the Allies’ major objectives were achieved by that point, and one of the biggest targets, the town of Caen, would not be captured until well into July. That said, it was a significant day in the war against Nazi Germany. This was a tangible new front opened on Hitler, causing him to split his attention between this combined force of British and American invaders, and the stalwart Russian defenders on his eastern flank. Between the paratroopers, specialized tanks, and air and sea bombardment, D-Day opened up that second front with gusto, even if casualties were high, especially at Omaha Beach, one of the five stretches of land chosen by the Allies in the months leading to the invasion.

It was seventy years ago today. It would be remiss of us, living in a world where the dream of free expression and equality is still viable, not to remember the sacrifices made that day. We have a long way to go. But like this invasion, it could be much worse.

From the Vault: What We Leave Behind

Still recovering from my recent travels – in a way, it feels like I’m shaking off the vestiges of sleep and wondering if it was a dream. Anyway, here’s a dip into the past while I work on catching up.


Courtesy Neil Gaiman

Nothing lasts forever.

It’s a narrative thread woven through many, many stories we tell. Ozymandias talks of great constructs of man all but obliterated by time. A lot of tales are set in times long after the collapse of expansive civilizations. We preserve what we can, but it is impossible to escape what comes for each and every one of us in time.

Death has been personified in many ways. We want to put a face to the inevitability of our end. We struggle to comprehend the finality of it. That there is nothing more in this world for us. No matter what may come after, if there’s more to existence than these mere dimensions we perceive or if there is nothing but silence and oblivion, our hands do no more work, our mouths never make audible sounds again, our eyes fail to see another wonder or another tragedy.

And yet, our stories do not end when we do.

Time will have her way with what we build and the lines we draw between one another. Our imaginations, however, are much more difficult to destroy. In those imaginations, we remember those who’ve left us behind, we tell their stories, we wonder and question and laugh and cry. And when we latch onto something, like the arguments made by the likes of Plato or Aristotle, the teachings of pilgrims from Nazareth or visionaries from Mecca, a tale about fairies or the faux history of the epic struggle of noble houses, the creator of the work lasts even longer in our imaginations. In rare cases, we’re given more than just entertainment and escapism. We are given hope.

I don’t necessarily mean hope for an afterlife or immortality or anything like that. In a general sense, we find hope for a better tomorrow. We know the world will keep turning even if someone we admire or love dies. And if the sun does indeed rise on a new day, maybe we can find, in ourselves and in what we and our loved ones leave behind, whatever it takes to make this day better than the one before.

Hot, Hot Heat

Courtesy buyisa.wordpress.com

I feel like I brought this heat and humidity back with me.

It’s punishingly hot out there. It was nice to have a breezy, comfortable spring for a couple of weeks, there. I have the feeling this is just the beginning of our weather woes for the season.

I really don’t have much else to say, as my brain is fried for many reasons. But let’s chalk it up to the heat. That’s the easy answer.

I need a drink.

500 Words on Travel

We, as a species, need to travel more.

I like the comforts of home. When I go away, even for a few hours to toil at a dayjob, I miss them. I miss my cat, my desk, my games, and my friends. I like being able to dip into the fridge or pantry for a refreshment I put there myself, and turning up the volume on my entertainment as loud as I like. I like pants not being a requirement.

But the comforts of home to not outweigh the length and breadth of the world outside. Human beings are creatures of innovation and forward motion, for good and for ill. We are at our strongest when exposed to new ideas, new experiences, new ways of thought. We may not exist in a hive mentality like insects do, or move in formation the way birds fly as they migrate, but we do draw strength and inspiration from one another, even if the source of that inspiration is long dead.

Think about the history and fables that helped to shape you. Our stories are peppered with heroes and villains, battles and debates, struggles and loss and hope and triumphs. Can you look at the long skein of human history, and tell me truly that all of it came from just one point of view, just one nation, just one continent?

Is it really worth it to limit ourselves to just one point of view, just one nation, just one continent?

As human progress marches on, the world has become more interconnected. Mere mortals have conquered the skies. Journeys that once took months if not years now happen in days or even less. Messages, parts of thought and pieces of our hearts and minds, traverse the world at the speed of light. If nothing else, we should be in awe of everything we have accomplished.

I’ve traveled a bit in my time, and yet I feel I’ve barely scratched the surface of the world. There are so many more stories out amongst the citizens of the planet than I can really comprehend, and I want to share in at least a few of them. For me, the travel is worth the risk. I can understand folks who have fears of flying, but when a plane I’m on taxis to a runway and the engines spin up, I have to lean back and close my eyes, and when the metal tube powered by jets and human innovation escapes the bonds of the ground, I can’t help but smile.

I encourage you, gentle reader, to travel more. See things you haven’t seen with your own eyes before. Touch parts of the world distant from your comforts of home. Eat food you’re undertain of how to pronounce. Listen to the people who make their lives in those places, just as you make yours in your place of origin. Leave your comforts behind.And when you come home, those comforts will be all the sweeter.

500 Words on Personal Space

Today I’m taking a break from talking about stories and games. Today there’s something on my mind that really bothers me. Since it’s not personal, I won’t be tucking it away in a note or text post elsewhere. It’s going to be here, for all to see. Because not only is this bothering me, I think it’s important.

We all have the right to some personal space. The more we can get, the better, especially in times of trouble. Sometimes, our circumstances dictate that we only get a small measure of it at home. But public parks are always there; go for a walk or drive, find an out of the way park, wander away from the parking area, and just breathe for a few minutes. Get away. Escape, if you must. Reclaim some personal space, even if it’s in the outdoors.

I’m not just talking about physical space, either. As amazing as the human brain is, there’s only so much room within our minds for things on a day to day basis. It can be occupied with tasks at hand, projects to complete, concepts for new endeavors, recollections of the past, and hopes for the future. It can also start to get crowded by other people. The concerns, needs, and imposition of others takes up headspace. It occupies personal space. It crowds out the thoughts we need for ourselves.

We want to be there for our friends. We have moments where we are the ones in need, as well. Neither of these things is bad. It’s part of human nature. But when you start to forcibly occupy someone else’s headspace because you can’t stand to be alone, or you’re overly worried about something, you become selfish. Friends will be there for you, yes, but you can neither expect nor demand that they sacrifice all of their time and resources for you and you alone whenever you want. A legitimate, extant crisis is one thing. The anticipation of something that may turn out better than you expect is quite another. If you want your friends to still be your friends, and you want them to be there for you in the former, do not crowd out their personal space in the latter.

Let me give you a specific example. You have something coming up that worries you. You contact a friend for support. This is fine. You have a conversation with them, maybe two. Sweet! But then they start not answering your calls right away. You follow up with a text, and do not get an immediate response. What do you do?

If you continuously text, get angry when they do not respond, call them selfish for not giving you their attention when you demand it, and get angry when they give their attention to others instead of you, you’re not only taking up their personal space, you’re making a mess in there. You are decorating your so-called friend’s personal emotional space with your bullshit.

Be a friend. Stop that.

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