D-Day 65 Years Later
by Derrick G. Jeter
Sitting on a shelf in my office is a replica of the six men who raised the flag on Mount Suribachi, on the island of Iwo Jima, in 1945. Though today is the 65th anniversary of the Allied landing on Normandy, France, that little statue of John “Doc” Bradley, Franklin Sousley, Harlon Block, Ira Hayes, Rene Gagnon, and Mike Strank represents for me, as the famous photo did for all Americans during the war, every men who gave his life in World War II, whether in the Pacific or the Atlantic theaters, for what the American flag stands for—freedom.
The heroes who fought and died in that terrible war did so for countries not their own, for countrymen not their own, and for families not their own. They fought and bleed and died for an idea—that mankind was created to be free; that tyranny should not oppress God’s children; that “justice [should] roll down like waters / And righteousness like an ever-flowing stream” (Amos 5:24). They fought and died that civilization might endure—that the light of liberty would not be snuffed out by the darkness of evil.
So, on this the 65th anniversary of the invasion of Normandy where man fell and died, and now lay resting under a blanket of green marked by row upon row of white crosses and stars of David, we should pause and thank God for brave men who shielded liberty with their bodies. President Franklin Roosevelt asked Americans sixty-five years ago to join him in prayer for the boys who would storm the beaches of Normandy, scale the heights of Pointe du Hoc, and jump from planes flying behind the lines. It was a fitting prayer on the morning of June 6, 1944, and a fitting prayer on this day—June 6, 2009.
My Fellow Americans:
Last night, when I spoke with you about the fall of Rome, I knew at that moment that troops of the United States and our allies were crossing the Channel in another and greater operation. It has come to pass with success thus far.
And so, in this poignant hour, I ask you to join with me in prayer.
Almighty God: Our sons, pride of our nation, this day have set upon a mighty endeavor, a struggle to preserve our Republic, our religion, and our civilization, and to set free a suffering humanity.
Lead them straight and true; give strength to their arms, stoutness to their hearts, steadfastness in their faith.
They will need Thy blessings. Their road will be long and hard. For the enemy is strong. He may hurl back our forces. Success may not come with rushing speed, but we shall return again and again; and we know that by Thy grace, and by the righteousness of our cause, our sons will triumph.
They will be sore tired, by night and by day, without rest—until the victory is won. The darkness will be rent by noise and flame. Men’s souls will be shaken with the violences of war.
For these men are lately drawn from the ways of peace. They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate. They fight to let justice arise, and tolerance and goodwill among all Thy people. They yearn but for the end of battle, for their return to the haven of home.
Some will never return. Embrace these, Father, and receive them, Thy heroic servants, into Thy kingdom.
And for us at home—fathers, mothers, children, wives, sisters, and brothers of brave men overseas, whose thoughts and prayers are ever with them—help us, Almighty God, to rededicate ourselves in renewed faith in Thee in this hour of great sacrifice.
Many people have urged that I call the nation into a single day of special prayer. But because the road is long and the desire is great, I ask that our people devote themselves in a continuance of prayer. As we rise to each new day, and again when each day is spent, let words of prayer be on our lips, invoking Thy help to our efforts.
Give us strength, too—strength in our daily tasks, to redouble the contributions we make in the physical and the material support of our armed forces.
And let our hearts be stout, to wait out the long travail, to bear sorrows that may come, to impart our courage unto our sons wheresoever they may be.
And, O Lord, give us faith. Give us faith in Thee; faith in our sons; faith in each other; faith in our united crusade. Let not the keenness of our spirit ever be dulled. Let not the impacts of temporary events, of temporal matters of but fleeting moment—let not these deter us in our unconquerable purpose.
With Thy blessing, we shall prevail over the unholy forces of our enemy. Help us to conquer the apostles of greed and racial arrogancies. Lead us to the saving of our country, and with our sister nations into a world unity that will spell a sure peace—a peace invulnerable to the schemings of unworthy men. And a peace that will let all of men live in freedom, reaping the just rewards of their honest toil.
Thy will be done, Almighty God.