Showing posts with label World War II. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War II. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2011

Letters from Iwo JIma Ticket (2/10/07)

I hate wars, but I usually enjoy films about them. I went to see Letters from Iwo Jima back in 2007 with my sister Megan, and I thought it was very well done. It made me hate war even more, which is what I think should be the point of any war movie. I write about it today because I’m thinking about Japan…

My grandfather fought in World War II. He was a captain and left my grandmother the day after their wedding. I wear his WWII dog tags every day as part of my “bling”, a daily reminder of the person I was named after.

My mother and aunt sometimes tell me that I was aptly named, usually after I’ve made some sarcastic remark. Another trait that I inherited from “Grampa” (and every other human before him) was that of imperfection.

I only knew him until I was 9, but my mother has filled me in that my grandfather’s time in combat left him rather prejudice against Japanese people. It obviously wasn’t something that was so strong it was passed to my mother and aunt – they are two of the least judgemental people that I know. My mom told me he would sometimes say, “Damn, Jap!” under his breath if an Asian person was driving near them in a way that upset him. I have no idea how he actually felt about Japanese people, but I can’t imagine what it would be like to fight on the front lines against a country that openly surprise attacked mine. I may have fought brain cancer and battle Crohn’s almost daily, but I would take those two burdens every time if the alternative was I had to kill a lot of people and watch people around me get killed for three years straight while not being able to see or talk to the girl I just married.


However it affected his opinions about Japanese people, I am glad to report that I have only good feelings for Japanese people and it makes me sick when I read stories about people like Family Guy Writer Alec Sulkin or Liberty Guard Cappie Pondexter making idiot, insensitive, and public comments about the recent tragedy in Japan. And I can’t believe all the other idiots calling the tsunami “payback” for the Pearl Harbor attack in their Facebook statuses.

If you haven’t, please look here to see what happened. None of those people asked for it, and God/karma had nothing to do with it. No one deserves tragedy of any size no matter what country they are living in. No one deserves to be a victim of war and no one deserves to be a victim of a natural tragedy. But things are going to happen.

All war could end tomorrow, and there would still be tragedy in the world. There would still be cancer and there would still be earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and accidents. Without war, we definitely could work together more effectively to help each other in times of tragedy, but too many of those in power think religion, land, money, and oil are more important than working out differences peacefully.

We are nothing but a fraction of a blip on the universal screen, but all we do is fight, prejudge, and look for ways that people are bad and deserve punishment – www.godhatesfags.com comes into mind as well as the recent comments about Japan.

I am lucky to have never been in the middle of a war or a natural tragedy. I can’t imagine what it was like being in that tsunami, I can only hope that those who survived it are able to put their lives back together somehow….

Monday, January 10, 2011

My Bling (World War II dog tags, wedding band, and Saint Rita medal)

This is what I wear around my neck every day…

The dog tags are my grandfather’s from Word War II. His name was David Michael Hayes, and he was from Worcester, MA. His blood type was O, and his rank was captain. His father was Patrick Hayes who lived at 3 Lily Street in Worcester (which doesn’t exist anymore). He was 26 when he went away to fight (the day after he married my grandmother), and he didn’t return for over 3 years. I only knew him for the first 9 years of my life, but I’m pretty sure he’s been looking out for me well past then (like the time I got hit by the Ford Bronco, perhaps?). Anytime you think I’m being a wiseass, he’s partially to blame.

The ring is my grandfather’s wedding band – it was resized after he passed away so my grandmother could wear it. Although there are many, I will share my favorite “Gram” story. My uncle, who had just started dating my aunt, was picking her up one night. This night happened to be “Bridge Night”, when my grandmother got her friends together to drink, smoke, and play the occasional round of Bridge. Her beverage of choice that night was Harvey Wallbangers, and she definitely had a few in her when my uncle showed up. When she answered the door slightly slurring her words she told my uncle something to the effect of: “You’ll have to pardon me, I’ve had a few Harvey Wallbangers, and now I don’t know who I’m banging, Harvey or the wall…” (Welcome to the family!) Even though neither of my grandparents are here now, their love has certainly been passed down to my generation and I’m glad I get to wear a symbol of it around my neck.

If you didn’t know, Saint Rita is the patron saint of impossible dreams (You can read more about her here, here, and here). A couple of those have prayers to say to Saint Rita, but I came up with a poem of my own:

Saint Rita,

Are you still there,

Or has it been too long

Since the earth

Saw you here?

My dream impossible

Is to see your image

With fire,

A pass around the world

And everyone’s colorblind.

Saint Rita,

I call upon thee

To save us,

And why not tonight?

How much more desperation

Before we get your

Interventional light?

No matter what your religion or what/who you pray to (if you pray at all), I really do think things like world peace are possible if enough people believe and want it to happen. This is what I wear because this is what I believe in: Family, Love, and Dreams. I hope you have a lot of each of those in your life…