| At the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the Great War ended. At 5 a.m. that morning, Germany, bereft of manpower and supplies and faced with imminent invasion, signed an armistice agreement with the Allies in a railroad car outside Compiegne, France. The First World War left nine million soldiers dead and 21 million wounded, with Germany, Russia, Austria-Hungary, France, and Great Britain each losing nearly a million or more lives. In addition, at least five million civilians died from disease, starvation, or exposure. World War I was known as the "war to end all wars" because of the great slaughter and destruction it caused. Unfortunately, the peace treaty that officially ended the conflict -- the Treaty of Versailles of 1919 -- forced punitive terms on Germany that destabilized Europe and laid the groundwork for World War II. November 11, 2008 found patriotism very much alive Veterans Day in Bangor, Maine. We, who walked with veterans from all branches of the military, saw it in the eyes of our great servicemen and women who lined the streets of Bangor and Brewer and walked or rode in the parade. The Veterans Day Parade march was quite exciting, as it always is, every year.
There were 3 members of the New England chapter of our NCVA who participated in the parade this year. Dave Phaneuf, a retired Lieutenant Commander, retired school teacher/principal of the Lamoine (Maine) Consolidated School, who lives in Gouldsboro; Jim Burks, is a Cryptologic Technician Technical Master Chief, also retired, living in Ellsworth; and Dick Carlson, a Cryptologic Technician "R" Petty Officer First Class living in Winterport, Maine. This was Jim's first time at marching, where as Dave and I have marched more than 4 times now, and mostly at either the Memorial Day Parade or the Veterans Day Parade.
Terrorism, the war in response, and the ongoing wars in Iraq and Afghanistan give Veterans Day special urgency.
Beginning at the head of the parade, the Vets were grouped as follows: WW II, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, Afghanistan, and Iraq who marched with a new group just formed: the Global War on Terror Veterans. Jim qualifies for WW II and decided to march with them. Dave and I qualify for Korea and Viet Nam, but we decided to march with Jim to make sure he made it to the end and give him support.
We were behind the Army Band, headquartered at the old Dow AFB complex, now the Industrial Park of Bangor. The band played all of the military marches and patriotic hymns. It lifted our spirits even higher, and put a brisk pace into our step, as most of us failed trying to 'march' as a unit again even with "Sarge" behind us was calling out cadence. It was cold! I had my coveted walking stick, courtesy of Cole Land Transportation who hands them out to Veterans. I had rigged something up on the walking stick with a strap so that it hung around my wrist and made it easier to hold on to, AND to use both hands to take photographs when I needed to. The walk began at the Brewer Shopping Center, went down across the RR tracks, across the bridge over the Penobscot River, and then at the red light a right turn down Main Street in Bangor, where hundreds were waiting by the reviewing stand. As we crossed the bridge over the Penobscot River, we were getting tired. The wind was biting cold everywhere, except on the bridge, where there was NO wind, and it was warm. No one stood on the bridge thinking it would have been too cold. It wasn't cold there. People were applauding, and waving. Many "Thank you veterans for serving" were heard. We responded to their greetings. There were many professional and home made signs everywhere. Little children, bundled up in winter gear, stood holding up signs of "Thank You" while their parents stood behind them waving. We made it a point to wave to them and get their attention. Something they'll remember when THEY march in parades. Older veterans, unable to either walk or ride in the school buses provided for them, sat in chairs, wrapped in blankets, wearing portions of their uniforms, holding small American Flags, and waved. When we saw them, we saluted them. It was an emotional moment for the entire 1 hour of the march. Many wrapped in blankets, stood cheering as we walked by. The bulk of the crowd stood along Main Street downtown in Bangor, where the roar of their voices cheering us on echoed off the tall buildings. We paused at the reviewing stand. I turned and looked back up the hill. Hundreds of marching veterans all the way to the top at the red light. Prayers were offered by dignitaries on the reviewing stand. Three were dressed as Civil War Union Officers and their wives. At the playing of our national anthem we removed our caps and placed our hands over our hearts. A 3 round volley from the rifle brigade startled many, the echo reverberating along the canyon of buildings on Main Street. And then taps was played, and I lost it. Taps always does that for me. I weep for joy that I'm alive, and weep for sadness because I lost so many dear and close friends on the USS LIBERTY.
We neared the red light, and I asked Jim how he was doing. He was still humming the tunes the band was playing, and marching like a Brit Paratrooper - chest out, arms swinging, and moving right along. I was stunned. I looked at Dave and said, "I don't think we need to hold up Jim. Look at him!" Dave looked over, and laughed. A few feet more and we both said, "Are we there yet" as we huffed and puffed. A right turn at the red light, and I said with a huge sigh, "we're here! It's all downhill from here!" Jim was still marching along all the way to the end of the parade. What a guy!! The band resumed their march, and this time as the NAVY HYMN was played we picked up our step. We marched further on, and then quietly disbanded. Another parade completed. We said to strangers who were now friends, "hope to see you next year also". Each understands that it is meant as a polite greeting of "thanks that we met up and marched as 'Brothers'"; but we also know it means, God willing, we will still be HERE next year. It's a given. The school buses were waiting to pick us up and take us back to Brewer to our vehicles. We shook hands with a promise to "see you next year at the Memorial Day Parade, or at the Navy Conventions - which ever comes first." I got into the GMC, fired it up, and turned the heat on. I was freezing cold! By the time I got home, I had warmed up. The pool of WW II veterans gets smaller every year for obvious reasons. It was a memorable day with my shipmates. - Dick Carlson, CTR1 |