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A selection of images from Flickr, to remember the day.
I am not going to say much about the day, surely we all know what it is. Suffice to say that I remember the thousands—and in particular 24 countrymen—on many more days than this one.
I am not criticising anyone who posts remembrances, for it was a shocking day, but I feel the best course of action is not to pause, not to grieve; but to move forward toward victory. To expose the philosophical underpinnings of a dangerous and murderous ideology; to defeat those that promote it with the sword and the pen; to not (as the Flea puts it) let the mote in our eye obscure the plank in the Taliban’s eye.
By all means, remember the fallen. First and foremost, remember to win.
The Coast Guard’s first black aviator, Captain Bobby C. Wilks, passed away last month in Woodbridge, Virginia, at the age of 78.
Captain Wilks joined the Coast Guard in 1955, got his wings in 57, and accrued some 6,000 hours of flight time in 18 different types of airframe (both fixed and rotary-wing). He also became the first black person to command a Coast Guard station.
The Washington Post has an interesting anecdote in their obituary:
John “Bear” Moseley, who was in flight school with Capt. Wilks, remembered him as “a heck of a good stick” (a good pilot).
Moseley recalled another near-miraculous open-sea landing that Capt. Wilks executed during summer 1963, when he was dispatched to evacuate a critically ill seaman from the destroyer USS Mills near Cay Sal Bank off Cuba. Capt. Wilks directed the Mills captain to increase his speed to 27 knots as a way of smoothing out the choppy waters so he could land his HU-16 Albatross, an amphibious flying boat, while taking care not to smash into the destroyer.
He brought the plane down in the wake, got the patient aboard and took off, despite being unable to use jet boosters to help lift the plane out of the water. He basically “ballooned the aircraft into the air . . . smacked the top of the next wave and then was airborne,” Moseley said, noting that then-Lt. Wilks immediately had to worry about banking the plane without stalling, so he wouldn’t hit the destroyer.
— Joe Holley. “Bobby C. Wilks, 78, Coast Guard’s First Black Aviator“, Washington Post, July 24th, 2009. [Hyperlinks in article are mine]
If that doesn’t sound too amazing to you, let me explain.
It’s a common misunderstanding that amphibians or flying boats can just put down wherever there is a thimble of water, including the open ocean, and it’s all very routine. Not so. These aircraft generally require sheltered water away from ocean swells—although they have boat-like hulls, they are not as hardy as boats of the non-flying variety. Large swells (not to mention surface debris) can take an amphibian hull apart. Remember that the plane’s own skin is smacking the surface of the waves at about 200mph when it touches down—like landing on bricks. So one generally wants the bricks to be as small and pleasant as possible.
I have to give the man credit. His flying boat shows up, but it’s too choppy to land. Instead of turning around and going home, he has the destroyer captain drive at high speed and lands in the ship’s wake. Takes on his critically ill passenger, and takes off in the destroyer’s wake.
That takes some guts and “outside the box” thinking.
I also love that he had a silver DeLorean, like Emmet Brown.
So long Captain, I wish I had heard about you while you were still alive.
I had meant to write something lengthy and thoughtful in recognition of the day, but once I started reviewing the imagery and anecdotes, my anger and horror at the scale of the extermination became overwhelming. Similar reactions occurred over a half-century ago when Allied commanders toured the Ohrduf forced labour camp, a sub-camp of the more famous Buchenwald facility.
The generals [Omar Bradley, George Patton, and Dwight Eisenhower], though used to carnage in many forms, were shocked. “The smell of death overwhelmed us even before we passed through the stockade,” Bradley remembered five years later. “More than 3,200 naked, emaciated bodies had been flung into shallow graves. Others lay in the streets where they had fallen. Lice crawled over the yellowed skin of their sharp, bony frames.” Bradley recalled that Eisenhower turned pale and silent, but insisted on seeing the whole camp. And that they saw, from the shed piled to the ceiling with bodies, to various torture devices, to a butcher’s block used for smashing gold fillings from the mouths of the dead (some of which no doubt had ended up in the Merkers mine). Patton retired behind a barracks and became physically ill…
Soon after seeing Ohrdruf, Eisenhower ordered every unit near by that was not in the front lines to tour Ohrdruf: “We are told that the American soldier does not know what he is fighting for. Now, at least, he will know what he is fighting against.'” Eisenhower felt it was essential not only for his troops to see for themselves, but for the world to know about conditions at Ohrdruf and other camps. From Third Army headquarters, he cabled London and Washington, urging delegations of officials and newsmen to be eye-witnesses to the camps. The message to Washington read: ‘We are constantly finding German camps in which they have placed political prisoners where unspeakable conditions exist. From my own personal observation, I can state unequivocally that all written statements up to now do not paint the full horrors.”
— Abzug, Robert H. (1985). Inside the Vicious Heart: Americans and the Liberation of Nazi Concentration Camps. New York: Oxford University Press, USA. p.27-30.
I visited every nook and cranny of the camp because I felt it my duty to be in a position from then on to testify at first hand about these things in case there ever grew up at home the belief or assumption that “the stories of Nazi brutality were just propaganda.” Some members of the visiting party were unable to go through with the ordeal. I not only did so but as soon as I returned to Patton’s headquarters that evening I sent communications to both Washington and London, urging the two governments to send instantly to Germany a random group of newspaper editors and representative groups from the national legislatures. I felt that the evidence should be immediately placed before the American and British publics in a fashion that would leave no room for cynical doubt.
— Eisenhower, Dwight D. (1948). Crusade in Europe. Garden City, New York: Doubleday & Company. p.409.
Oh that our leaders would be blessed with such insight into human nature today. Twenty-first century cynicism now runs so deep that a significant number of people cannot accept even the positive events within living memory, like landing men on the moon. Even as they sit typing on a technological marvel whose raw computational power is a hundred thousand times greater than those that guided men from Cape Canaveral to the lunar surface. Small wonder that some now cannot be moved by words and images of an incomprehensible horror, now several generations distant.
Not one of the high-throughput extermination camps, Buchenwald was reported to have “only” a 24% date rate (or 56,545 persons) amongst the 238,380 prisoners who passed through its gates. It would continue to maintain that rate of attrition under its new Soviet masters, who rechristened it “Special Camp No. 2” and continued to operate it until 1950. From 1945 to 1950, a further 7,113 individuals (of the 28,455 held there) perished during Soviet internment. Remember that the next time you see some moral defective wandering about with communist iconography on his shirt.
So do not be lulled into complacency by thinking that the defeat of Nazi Germany means a permanent retreat from the worst depths of human barbarism. Human evil always finds a way of perpetuating (and even outdoing) itself. Now that many nations have much more destructive nuclear, biological and chemical tools at their disposal, and a significant concentration of Jews continues to abide in their ancient homeland, the temptation for Jew-haters to strike will only and ever increase.
Regrettably, the gulf between saying “never again” and acting to prevent another “again” is widening by the day. Today’s Jewry face opponents who will not be ashamed of the killing; indeed, they revel in the thought. A man who is on record calling for the extermination of the Jewish homeland on numerous occasions is on the threshold of developing mankind’s most destructive weapon. Meanwhile, an enormous international military coalition works and lives next door, but no one orders them across the line.
Thankfully, I do not believe that anyone will ever succeed in removing Jews or Israel from this planet. But I do believe we will see them try, within my lifetime. And the attempt will be much more gruesome, devastating and all-encompassing than the last one.