This photo is from a couple of years ago, when the pallies went to New York City for Memorial Day weekend. Oh yeah, it just happened to be Fleet Week too--what a coincidence. We did our Americanly thing and greeted every bunch of servicemen we saw, taking pictures and oohhhing and ahhhing over their uniforms and good looks. We even took the time out of our very busy day to let them take their photos with us--we are HOT, you know. Somehow, the husbands didn't believe this was actually a coincidence, but it was. Really.
I remember as a kid, my brother and I would help my mom clean house on Saturday mornings. Some of us cleaned more than others, and I remember it taking nearly a whole day for we were dragging big time. My brother could clock hours on a sock drawer alone--insisting to my mom that he was really organizing that beast. Yeah, right. I'm still pissed that I had the two bathrooms to clean while he lolled away the day dusting the living room. Talk about sexism. Sheesh. And that was delegation from my mom! Moving on......
Either way, the house magically got done somehow, and my brother and I would camp out in the basement watching war movies. Those were the days--war movies, in their black and white goodness, were always shown on Saturday Afternoon TV. Typically this was winter fare, as we were sort of stuck in the house on cold days, so we blobbed on the worn couches and spent hours watching the likes of The Dirty Dozen and Kelly's Heros.
I'm not sure when my love of war movies began--maybe it was that I was raised around boys and that's what they watched. Maybe it was the home movies of me, barely walking, with an army helmet on my head and machine gun in my arms that scarred me for life. I can remember every kid in the 'hood had a machine gun of some sort. Not a real one--those metal ones that were the staple of a kid's youth and that they don't sell anymore. Play guns were our youth--everyone had one. Geesh, what kids are missing out on these days.
We were always blasting the "Japs" or the "Germans", (Sorry if I am politically incorrect--it was what we said back then) having battles daily in the back yard. We hid behind the garage planning attacks on imaginary troops in the yard. We had signals that we practiced that announced that our troops were moving. We stormed the front yard like it was Normandy. And we whipped mud clots at trees like they were grenades.
Maybe it is the fact that our warfare has changed (it isn't so hand-to-hand combat anymore, but more aerial assaults) that kids don't play war anymore. Maybe it is just this country has turned more violent and we don't want to encourage such behaviors in our youth. Maybe we are just a bunch of pansies and don't want to teach our kids about the grusomeness of war. Either way, kids don't play war anymore, and they certainly aren't shooting the Taliban in backyards across America. And I wonder how many kids even know who the Taliban are? I guess there was some policitical knowledge in the kids of my youth--we knew who the enemies were on a global scale.
So, I honor you, Vanilla, and all the others who fought so gallantly on D-Day (and all the other battles in our lifetime). I will be tuning in, flipping channels, finding some classic war movies to watch today. I actually look forward to Memorial Day, D-Day, and Veteran's Day to catch the best, remembering what you all gave for us and this great country of ours.
Oh, my picks:
- Kelly's Heros--Classic, star-laden, humor filled, war film that I cannot see enough of
- Das Boot--LOVE, LOVE, LOVE sub movies. This is the best. So realistic, I feel like I cannot breathe through half of it.
- Saving Private Ryan
- Dirty Dozen
- U 571