Hellion For Hire – Tour of Duty 5
Memorial Day – Never Forget Them
by Billy Tucci
“It is my hope that in the years to come the same spirit which drove you onward to your achievements in this war will cause you to take the lead in your communities in doing everything possible to make our country a better place in which to live, and to improve our international relations and prevent future wars, so that our heroic dead shall not have died in vain.”
Lusford E. Oliver Major General, Commanding, Fifth Armored Division
An open column to my fellow American citizens…
Not unlike the opening scene in the film
Saving Private Ryan, I sauntered along the asphalt walk to the gentle sounds of surf and the sweet smell of sea salt that Tuesday morning in October. I kept my eyes to the sea, only occasionally glancing appreciatively to the carefully-tended trees and bushes I passed. Several other people were coming back down the walk towards me with a look that words cannot describe. We all smiled and nodded to one another. For we all shared that special bond between countrymen who have come across an ocean to this hallowed ground. I slowed my pace, staring forever at the shore, but soon the time had come that I couldn’t nor shouldn’t ignore reason I had come to the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial near Colleville-sur-Mer, France.
I turned to my left and my heart simultaneously soared and sank at the astonishing and heartbreaking site of this…
Exactly 9,387 marble crosses (including with a few Stars of David) create a bleach white garden of stone, all firmly planted into a lushly manicured sea of grass… Each one representing a precious life cut short by the horrors of war.
Their remains, many un-whole, all broken in some fashion silently lie alone in the cold ground they had come so far to free. This cemetery, like many of those dotted across the European countryside is US soil. A bit of earth given by appreciative nations for the American boys who, though safely sheltered by the Atlantic Ocean and for the most part, having no personal gripe with their enemy, came here and paid the ultimate sacrifice for another’s freedom.
The motto of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment is “Currahee”, native American, (Sioux perhaps?) for – “We Stand Alone.” And yes, every cross and every star does stand alone, steady and proud against all elements, as blistering sun, wind, rain nor snow could ever shake their hallowed foundations. For there is strength in their numbers, as almost 10,000 silent soldiers lie together and proudly display all that is great in humanity.
Man capable of incredible feats of art, faith, science, government and charity. He is also a petty, weak and cruel individual capable of unimaginable evils. And, as it is true that there will always be those who set about to slaughter and enslave their brothers, sisters and children, the same is true for the ones who will stand up for those who cannot. Those “supermen” who put another’s freedom above their own and if need be, pay for that freedom with their own lives.
These are the ones we must remember. Remember their names and their deeds of our beloved veterans, both past and present, either in the course of battle or time, whom are who are longer with us.
As I stood upon this field of valor, I made the decision to seek out one random individual, one forgotten soldier buried so far from home and hearth and to find out as much on him as possible. Of these 9,387 graves, (some holding generals and medal of honor recipients) I was going to pick one marker, one young man plucked from the prime of life and tell the world about him, for example, “MICHAEL F. MORIARITY PVT 377 FA BN 101 ABN DIV ILLINOIS JUNE 6 1944” etc. I was going to research the hell out of this man, find his family, write them a letter, learn what he did before the war, learn about his parents, if he had a wife, children? What were his hopes and dreams?
Without a thought, I picked one indiscriminant marker a ways away, and walked towards it from the rear, careful to step between the rows of the fallen, I walked, journal and pen in hand, ready to write down the name and state of this particular soldier, who I know, in a few weeks time, would no longer be a stranger to me. I got to the cross, rested a palm on it out of respect, and after a deep breath, walked over to its face and saw… this…
Now I am not ashamed to say that the first thing I felt was a slight buckle of the knees as the lump in my throat swelled and the waterworks began once again. I didn’t think I had any tears left to shed (after all this was my second day in Normandy), but was so overcome with emotion, I couldn’t help it. So I did the first thing that came to mind; I said a prayer to this Unknown Soldier.
And while on my knees it hit me…
How fitting for me to find him? That out of almost 10,000 heroes buried here, my random choice of finding a “comrade in arms, known but to God” really summed it up all veterans of this great nation of ours. His name and identity lost forever, but his shattered body and those immortal words speaking for them all.
It’s just incredible and it inspired me even more in my quest to make
Sgt. Rock – The Lost Battalion as authentic and “human” as possible. I want to carry on Robert Kanigher and Joe Kubert’s legacy of having Rock represent all American soldiers, a metaphor for each and every person ever to put on a uniform and embrace the moniker “GI” now more than ever. I tried to instill this sentiment in my script for issue one:
Panel 6
Collective shot of Easy Company resting after their long brutal morning on Easy Red and showing a mixed variety of emotions. Kilroy’s Narrative identifying the men of Easy will be placed next to or beneath each subject.
13.KILROY NARRTIVE: And within every “GI” the world over there is a Sergeant Frank Rock.
14.KILROY NARRATIVE: As there is a Tag Along, a Bulldozer, a Wildman, a Little Sure Shot and an Ice Cream Soldier.
Panel 7
Back to a reflective Kilroy, safely back in England
15.KILROY NARRATIVE: Together, they are all Easy Company.
16.KILROY NARRATIVE: And I wish them all God Speed on their journey.
17. KILROY NARRATIVE: We at least owe them that much.
I’m just about done writing today, as I’ve got a comic book to finish. A book so dear to my heart that at times, it sends chills down my spine as I scratch out a panel. So I’d like to let the following pictures do the talking for me. These come from my good friends in France, Hervé Claudon and Gerome Villain, and they were taken during this week’s Memorial Day remembrance ceremony at the Epinal American Cemetery where the remains of 5,255 US soldiers rest.
These wonderful people of France will never forget their liberators and make a point to teach their own children of the sacrifice and selflessness of the American veteran. So on a day of baseball, beaches, barbeques and beer, let us not forget them either. After all, we are Americans, the most generous nation the world has ever known and for those who say differently, remember that it is there right to do so, but you must never forget the words of General Mark Clark, inscribed on the walls of the Normandy cemetery.
And if you see a veteran, or even the family of one lost in battle, thank them please, as we “at least owe them that much…”
As even though the crosses of Normandy stand straight and proud, their morning shadows all reach towards the bloody beach of Omaha from which they came…
And never left.
Nous Restons Ici and Happy Memorial Day
Billy Tucci
“Hellion For Hire” will return to Newsarama in a few weeks with more Sgt. Rock art, photos and my visit to Normandy -- the two consecutive “Tour of Duty” columns will be running June 5th and 6th.