Memorial Day – all quiet on the western front

Outside, three shots fired into the air. Inside, I found my veteran friend had been startled by the sound of war. I had forgotten to warn him. We were at a VFW post on the western side of St. Louis to attend a Memorial Day ceremony and do a book signing at the barbeque afterwards. Doc doesn’t like to go to funerals or memorials, however, because he’s seen too much death of the horrific kind, and since then it’s emotionally difficult for him to solemnly focus on death. I left him inside the post building and joined a small crowd outside. At the end of the ceremony, three elder veterans picked up their old M1 rifles and fired three measured blasts. Then the bugler played taps and the half-mast flag was hoisted to the top of its pole.

Not long after Battlefield Doc was published, as a passenger on a car ride I picked up a copy of All Quiet on the Western Front left on the back seat. This famous novel by Erich Maria Remarque is based on his experiences as a German soldier during WWI. I became immersed in sections that in detached manner impressively captured the trauma and pathos of combat duty and the dead feeling of disconnect when a front line soldier returns to civilian life. It reminded me of Doc saying, “You have to put your soul on hold” when you’re on the battlefield. For some, part of that soul is lost forever, and so I remember combat survivors as well as battle dead on Memorial Day.

In the novel, young soldier Paul goes home on leave and his father wants to hear all about the front. “It is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them. What would become of us if everything that happens out there were quite clear to us?” Many combat veterans don’t want to speak of what happened “out there.” They want to forget, except that what happened is embedded in their psyches. It’s important to honor the stories that we do hear, to understand what these men went through so we won’t take war lightly as something that happens “out there,” or on TV or in the movies. War is here, hidden in the minds of the survivors, and sometimes it comes out at night, or whenever there is the sound of gunfire.

Doc hopes that his simply-written stories of real-life combat duty will affect teens as well as adults. He hopes that what the men in the trenches of the Korean War went through will not be forgotten in the shadow of WWII or Vietnam – these men and their stories are worth remembering, too.

“This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it.” – All Quiet on the Western Front

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About moonbridgebooks

Co-author of Cherry Blossoms in Twilight, a WWII Japan memoir of her mother's childhood; Co-author/Editor of Battlefield Doc, a medic's memoir of combat duty during the Korean War; life writing enthusiast; loves history and culture (especially Japan), and cats
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2 Responses to Memorial Day – all quiet on the western front

  1. Hi Linda, I just wanted to say howdy and I am back online to support writers – in a limited capacity. Pain is still a major problem. I’ve got a new blog, new Twitter and dumped Facebook as Timeline was driving me insane. I’m looking forward to contact with my old tribe and reading posts etc. again. I miss the social aspect, and with this not being work, the pressure is off.

    Take really good care of yourself.

  2. Glad you’re back, Cate! Please take really good care of yourself, too.

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