Winter - 70th Infantry Division Association
Winter - 70th Infantry Division Association
Winter - 70th Infantry Division Association
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THE HOMILY<br />
He ought to be sitting right next to you this<br />
morning. He should have shared a beer with you<br />
in the hospitality room and sat at your banquet<br />
table last night.<br />
He should have greeted you in the lobby Thursday,<br />
his face alight with the happiness of seeing<br />
you after these many years.<br />
He should have shown you pictures of his<br />
grandchildren and told you of his plans for retirement.<br />
But he didn't. He wasn't here.<br />
No, he wasn't here.<br />
His body lies in the graveyard of some small<br />
town in Pennsylvania or Nebraska or Oregon,<br />
where children mark those graves with little<br />
American flags on Memorial Day. Or perhaps he<br />
lies under one of those thousands of white stones<br />
in the military cemetery of St. A vold, France.<br />
For he was one of the 755 Trailblazers who<br />
were killed in action.<br />
If he could be with us today, he would have<br />
few memories of common experiences to share<br />
with us. For his life was too short to amass many<br />
memories. Typically, he went directly from high<br />
school to the service. Certainly, it was in his very<br />
young manhood. He had no career yet, no wife,<br />
no children. He was a Depression kid and among<br />
his few memories must have been many an unhappy<br />
one.<br />
Surely, the most vivid of his memories would<br />
be of those dense forests of the Vosges Mountains,<br />
the deadly hills of the Saarland and the<br />
menacing streets of Philippsbourg and Forbach.<br />
For whether that German lead caught him in the<br />
opening hours of Nord wind, in Baerenthal or at<br />
the underpass at Wingen, or whether he was the<br />
last fatality on a combat patrol before Saarbrucken,<br />
those 89 days seared memories into the heart.<br />
In the 50 years since last we saw him, we,<br />
gathered together here this morning, have lived<br />
1992<br />
lives laden with memories. We have memories of<br />
weddings and honeymoons, of babies and grandchildren,<br />
of jobs and careers and hobbies and<br />
vacations. And we have memories of sickness<br />
and pain and sorrows, of worries over finances<br />
and drugs and dangers in our streets. We have<br />
memories of divorces and estrangements and<br />
collapsed dreams. We have so many memories.<br />
For, during those 50 years while he lay dead,<br />
we lived.<br />
Yes, we lived.<br />
But then, he, too, lived. He lives in our hearts.<br />
For it would take more than a half century to erase<br />
those bonds that solder together a band of brothers<br />
who stood shoulder to shoulder in mortal<br />
combat.<br />
We have inscribed his name- and those of his<br />
fallen comrades - in our Book of Remembrance<br />
that is the center of our ceremony this morning.<br />
That is good. For the Old Testament instructs us<br />
to "raise up their names in honor."<br />
We do not really need to write those names on<br />
the paper of a book. For they are incised in our<br />
hearts, our minds and our very being. And there<br />
they shall remain, gleaming and untarnished,<br />
until that morning when we shall rejoin them,<br />
and, with them for the first time stand Reveille in<br />
our great hereafter.<br />
Fallen brothers, we remember you.<br />
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<strong>70th</strong> <strong>Division</strong> Assn. TRAILBLAZER