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You're absolutely right, Colleen.
We've always harbored a sizeable pro-Nazi contingent in our midst. Of
course, most of them now hide behind a variety of different labels:
"Christian," "patriot," "states rights advocate," "Confederate," etc.
Much of the blather of the extreme right involves the use of code words..
once they feel comfortable, they eventually reveal their true colors.
And, of course, it's pretty disgusting for so many of us who had
fathers or grandfathers who had to go off to war in order to stop Nazism.
My dad was in the 29th infantry, the blue and the gray
(Virginia/Maryland) division that
landed on Omaha Beach. To Spielberg's credit, he was able to give a
realistic representation of what it was like. ...At least, I remember my
dad reliving that scene over and over again.....
My dad took several hits of shrapnel.. a part of his left side was blown
out. After operations in England, one of his legs
was left shorter than the other. Years later, he still had scars on his
stomach where his intestines had spilled out.
He was one of the lucky ones who lived. Most
of the men in his company never made it to the beach, many of them dying
in the water. After the war, like so many other veterans, he suffered
what we NOW identify as post-traumatic stress syndrome. But at the time,
during the late forties, the military didn't know how to help the
returning veterans.... alcoholism was a problem in the military
hospitals. My point is that the war didn't end for a lot of Americans.
I remember sitting with my dad, who would be drinking and reliving the
war. He never forgot the men who died, and he would cry and cry.
The war permanently changed him. Whatever prejudices he might have had,
he eventually discarded them once he got to know the men in his company.
There were Jewish kids from Brooklyn, kids from the barrio of East Los
Angeles, Italian-Americans, farm boys from the midwest and south. Before
the war, my dad had been a salesman in Minnesota. But the army was a
great leveller..democracy in action.
Why did my dad enlist? America had been bombed at Pearl Harbor in what
everyone considered to be a sneak attack. He loved America and he wanted
to defend his country. So, he showed up at
the enlistment office in the early morning hours on the day after the
bombing at Pearl Harbor. He didn't do it for "free trade" or the creation
of a global economy. He didn't do it for "capitalism" or the right of the
rich to rule over the poor. My dad believed in the potential of what
America could be.. Dr. Martin Luther King also had that dream.
On Sun, 20 Jun 1999, Colleen Jones wrote:
> -Caveat Lector-
>
> Andrew.....They are here......got your delete button handy......tell me
> Andrew, what is a Nazi.....I think they called them Socialists, did they
> not.
>
> Wasn't it Hitler who was going to restore the King to the throne, then
> double crossed them....you remember Sybil Leek over there yet, I worked
> with for twelve years.....her husband was also MI6 or 5, not sure....now
> she, as an English Lady and Reagans astrologer, could tell you what a
> Nazi was....
>
> You would be surprised how many peope believe the USA took the wrong
> side in WWII, and I presume WWI.....but it is all too obvious, when you
> count the Jewish Star of David in the Arlington Cemetary, and the Jews
> who fought in the American Revolution, who defended their country with
> honor.
>
> I remember this Norman Rockwell, head of the Nazi Party...they would not
> let him be buriedin Arlington Cemetery, but he had fought for his
> country and had earned the right....but somehow, they felt it was a
> dishonor to those who served and died for their country, to have a Nazi
> buried in their midst....
>
> By their fruits you shall know them
>
> At least, I know where by delete key is....parrots singing out of the
> same old song book....
>
> Colleen
>
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