June 6, 1997

 

D-Day

June 6, 1944

 

my parents were captives

young children

held in Hitler’s hand

observers of the wreck about them

viewers from afar

of their parent’s understanding

they could not have ever met

in occupied Holland

 

strange men

carrying with them strange white loaves

new after years of famine

and delicious

freed them

their first step fell at Normandy

to turn the tide of war

 

years later

in freedom

their families pulled up stakes

sailed to Canada’s distant shore

and met where they could not have met

had Hitler’s reign endured

 

in that simple way

I owe my life

to strange men of war

bearing white loaves

to me

they are heroes

 

“Greater love hath no man than this,

that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

These were not friends

and their love is beyond our ken

but this I know

near every day I live

I thank God for them

 

My mom (Texel) still remembers the Canadians coming

over the narrows in their machines, carrying with them

white bread: “The best bread I ever tasted.”  My Dad

(Gelderland) recalls dogfights overhead.  Mom (Texel)

tells the story of an Islander with the Canadian armies

convinced his commander to send one or two amphibious

vehicles to Texel just so they would not be left out.

 

Quote taken from John 15:13