ANZAC DAY ..Gives cause for thought …My first experience of reading a first hand account of a surviving ANZAC was recently by Albert Facey in his book “A Fortunate Life” he was there he killed and survived …. In the repeat of wars we made the same mistakes ..I had an experience traveling in France so I wrote a poem . So I post it as my reflections on .ANZAC DAY .
Note about why I wrote this poem
On a visit to Bayeux in Normandy , including going to Bayeaux to see he Bayeux Tapestry which records yet another battle in another war of 945 years ago I also visited a WWii D Day beach code named Omaha, where battles involving Americans took place.
I stayed at Le Bayeux Hotel owned by Madame Mireille Bajum who was a proud member of Chemins de la Liberte (Paths of Freedom Association. This was a commemorative and tourism oriented association involved in promoting the D Day landings and battle path. Sign posts on this battle path throughout the roads in Normandy along the route the D Day Invasion Forces to describe it for tourists as The Freedom Path and American tourists flock to proudly visit like Aussies go to Gallipoli. Just a different war.
As a commendable business promotional tactic Madame Bajum produced a postcard which was obviously themed for her, mainly, American customers. She asked me to comment on the poem, obviously thinking that I was an American (which I laughed off being an Australian – I consider one of the greatest misconceptions that Americans in general have about peoples of the rest of the world is that they all want to be like Americans and in my experience nothing could be further from the truth.)
So I was irritated at the American guests in the hotel foyer lauding in the thanks and past glory of their very very late participation in D Day and the ending of WWII. Especially with the knowledge that America’s failure was due to their corporations profiting from both sides from war trade and what I think has been USA’s justification for most all wars they have been involved in since then, profit.
It hit home to me then after visiting the Omaha Beach battle site the continuing waste of wars of all wars and also fed up with parochial American redneck chain emails in recent years exhorting support for the US troops in Iraq/Afghanistan (you know the ones ,photos of the poor suffering troops and if you don’t pass it on your not a patriotic American and we’ll come and get you!!) and further fed up with the continued unnecessary involvement of Australia and America in Iraq and Afghanistan and formerly in other places like Vietnam
I wanted to make the point that corrupt American trade in arms businesses pressured to keep America out of WWII so it could profit and keep on selling arms and supplies to Germany until long after everyone else was involved in the fight (September 1939 Australia joined UK but not until 1942 for the USA and then only by default, with the main USA presence dribbling into the UK even later than that during 1943, culminating in DDay on 6th June 1944.
This is the same corrupt American capitalism of today that pressured to invade Iraq for the profits and trade of oil.
The combination of places and thoughts all inspired certain ironies, the approaching of ANZAC Day during my travel and remembrance of this failed battle in another war (Gallipoli WWI). Feelings not dwarfed by a remaining frustration at former Australian Prime Minister John Howard (and Blair and Bush) ignoring my protests about going to war in Iraq and his sycophantic crawl to President Bush and American interests, Also
Michael Moore‟s recent protests and expose of the wealth of the Forbes 400 rich Americans being more than that of the wealth of 150 million other Americans!!
Plus being in France (where my perception is that the general populous seem to value and demonstrate their earned democratic rights more effectively than most of our other entrenched English speaking so called modern democracies).
Also a strong angst at a certain perceived adulation by American and Australian tourists of the supposed moral superiority of their country in all things relating to war which I feel persists to this very day.
All these perceptions (correct or incorrect) seemed to jell together at the time and highlight the continuing erosion of the democratic process in our countries caused by apathy and jingoism….
All these things highlighted to me the unacceptable, enormous, continuing waste of lives in past and present battles and wars.
So caught up in the emotion of time and place standing on Omaha Beach and having never done so before, I answered Madame Bajum with my own poem and I thank her for her inspiration.
Remember that the Americans were only part of D Day in Normandy and the barb in my poem is the fact that if America had helped the Allies from the start of the WWii millions of lives might have been saved !
ANZAC DAY REFLECTIONS
WHISPERS FROM A GHOST OF ANOTHER WAR PAST, ON ONE NORMANDY D DAY LANDING BEACH CODE NAMED OMAHA,.THE ETEREAL SIGH OF ANOTHER SOLDIER WASTEFULLY GONE; TO HIS VISITING GRANDCHILD, STANDING IN REMEMBERANCE IN THE SAND ON OMAHA BEACH.
A war yarn (I have called)
“OMAHA YEARNING”
I lay here on Omaha your toes in sands of my repose.
True freedom path I am still owed.
Forget me not – nor Omaha – Fight on for me. Fight on for me
Cry for me my unsighted child but,
Hear a wavering truth from our starry striped smile.
Tis but a false benevolent grin, cast from cynical trade.
Selfishness much profit made caused our delay to help.
Our cousins called us in thirty nine!
Would I have died had we been on time?
We came late, in forty four
To France, to Omaha Beach, to war.
I lay here on Omaha your toes in sands of my repose.
True freedom path I am still owed.
Forget me not – nor Omaha – Fight on for me. Fraternity
My fatal pirouette a dance macabre
Advanced our charge, in yards, by eight
I never knew. Were we too late to end all war and Liberate?
Think hard our family’s sacrifice.
Those mourning howls, my pregnant wife, my unseen fruit.
I weep to think that you are fooled by talk my battle exploits grand
A century on and from in this sand I cannot understand.
I lay here on Omaha your toes in sands of my repose.
True freedom path I am still owed.
Forget me not – nor Omaha – Fight on for me. For liberty
My sacrifice unjustly used
Incites the nationalistic fuse.
Has our country nothing to amuse to keep it sane?
More fighting wars in other lands?
Excused by reasons politic and gain Same tolls this time on desert sands.
Home masses must be surely drugged or sleep?
To be manipulated by a tiny clique, four hundred strong!
Is our venerated democracy gone?
Responsibility my unseen child is now yours to keep for
Please! In my memory, try to cease war.
I lay here on Omaha your toes in sands of my repose.
True freedom path I am still owed.
Forget me not – nor Omaha – fight on for me -True Democracy.
I answer through this pride in me as
through toes in this sand a grandchild hears your desperate plea
Patent clear my tears don’t sooth your spirit’s fears.
So I cry a solemn promise Pa to fight your cause against all wars.
I will strive to rouse our selfish and indifferent people
To hear your honour ringing from this lands liberated steeples
To rise in future only to peaceful actions – to mark your sacrifice.
I stand here on Omaha my toes in sands of your repose.
Your freedom path to me is given
Rest now – your soul contented be
Your cause is not Forgotten – nor Omaha
We fight on, your fight, for true democracy.
G.J.Pead 2011