Obama celebrated Memorial Day by treating the families and friends of the Vietnam veterans inscribed on The Wall of the Vietnam Memorial with cruel, vindictive spite. As I chronicled, he shut the Memorial down for the day so he could give a 15 minute speech celebrating himself.
Well, for D-Day June 6, Obama decided to hit the beaches of California, while his wife attended a fundraiser in New York (which is code for “she went on another mega-dollar taxpayer-funded shopping spree”). It must be nice to be them. She goes on vacations and travels around the world and fraudulently lists their children as senior staff so we the taxpayers will have to foot the bill for them. He gets to play golf, play leader, and turn the military into a homosexual bath house.
This wasn’t the first year Obama didn’t recognize D-Day and the brave Americans who gave their lives that fateful morning. He refused to mark D-Day with a speech or a written proclamation; just as he did in 2011 and 2010. He did show up and give a short speech in 2009, and, as I recall, there was contention within his camp pursuant to his doing that–with him relenting only because it was the 65th anniversary of D-Day.
What a man. He has no qualms about using the military as scenery for his photo-ops, or when he wants to use the fallen returning back home for a photo-op. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised, but we shouldn’t forget come November either. Following is a syndicated column I wrote in 2010. Not surprisingly, it is no less relevant than if I had written it this morning.
As inconceivable as it may seem, there are today great numbers of Americans who have never heard of the American Cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer. They are ignorant of its historical connection to the events that took place there in the early morning hours of June 6, 1944. Most Americans are unaware that there are 9,386 graves in the American Cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer. Most Americans are unaware that each of those graves faces west, looking across the ocean toward the country those men and women loved, served and died for.
Today, D-Day and the solemn resting place of those who sacrificed their all on the beach that day, is marked with indifference by far too many Americans. It is a disgrace that there are American children who have no idea who Dwight D. Eisenhower was – even though they can recite the lyrics of trash music perfectly.
Even more disgraceful are the parents that celebrate the ignorance of said children – choosing instead to validate their offspring’s ignorance by neither setting nor insisting upon academic standards. When I was in school we learned of the generals and the battles surrounding this decisive and momentous day. Our communities celebrated the day; our families discussed it. It was an inherent part of our citizenship, and we were encouraged to be proud.
Speaking anthropomorphically, those buried at Colleville-sur-Mer must weep, as they look westward toward what was once a different America.
Today, we have a person in the White House who viewed the day in 2009 as one for obligatory acknowledgement and a photo-op. But I digress.
One of the most deeply moving experiences of my life was the privilege I had a few years ago to attend a special dinner recognizing the remaining living veterans from the Normandy Invasion. The dinner consisted of beef stew, cornbread, canned peaches and coffee – the same meal served the night before the invasion. At the conclusion of the evening, the main speaker and I hugged and shared tears. While he has since passed on – the memory of his sacrifice will be with me forever.
The battles and moments such as those on D-Day morning are part of our citizenship. They are what we are to recount for our future generations. They are our response to those who attempt to cast our military history in a denigrating light.
But today the systemic ignorance and misrepresentation of our true history has contributed to an ever-growing and acceptable lack of historical citizenship. It is appalling that the greatest of generations are passing from this life into the oblivion of our historical memory.
In 1969, Gen. Eisenhower, then the former President Eisenhower – made his first and only return to Colleville-sur-Mer after the war. In a voice thick with emotion he said: “…these men came here – British and our allies, and Americans – to storm these beaches for one purpose only, not to gain anything for ourselves, not to fulfill any ambitions that America had for conquest, but just to preserve freedom. … Many thousands of men have died for such ideals as these … but these young boys … were cut off in their prime. … I devoutly hope we will never again have to see such scenes as these. I think and hope, and pray, that humanity will have learned. … We must find some way … to gain an eternal peace for this world.” (“Eisenhower: A Soldier’s Life”; Carlo D’Este, p. 705)
Little could he have known that a day would come when the person who now occupies the “office” he once held, would malign our allies, genuflect to potentates, applaud those who curse his predecessors and refuse to call our enemies what they are for fear of offending them.
Little could he have foreseen the day when schools would recast our historic events and parents would not only support their children’s lack of citizenship, but would defiantly treat same as if it were something to be proud of.
We who remember and honor the sacrifice of those who are first amongst the unselfish acknowledge that the world owes them a debt of gratitude that can never adequately be repaid – even though their sacrifices were not for personal gain.
What we can do is promise to never forget, nor fail to put others in remembrance of, their great sacrifice. We can pledge an unwavering commitment to keep the worship of the true God of heaven – who accompanied them into battle that morning and who stood waiting to welcome the many home to be with Him that day – and the freedom for which they fought – the central values of our nation.
We can pledge to fight ignorance, those who dishonor our God and country and usurpers who would make the freedom for which these men and women sacrificed that morning,  years ago, of no effect. (D-Day Heroes Weep For America; WND.com; 6/8/10)