When I stood on the beaches in Normandy, France, I visualized the hardships that our soldiers had to endure on D-Day. Reading letters from soldiers who not only fought in World War II but other wars, past and present, their last words resonate: Love you; miss you; I'm not afraid; did my share; bled and died for my country; and God bless you. Let the trumpet resound and pay homage to our fallen heroes.
“Never shall I forget that first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, ... Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.” Elie Wiesel
I visited the Holocaust Museum on August 5, 1989, powerful statement viewing the books.
We should never forget that everything Adolf Hitler did in Germany was "legal" and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did in Hungary was "illegal." It was "illegal" to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler's Germany. Even so, I am sure that, had I lived in Germany at the time, I would have aided and comforted my Jewish brothers. If today I lived in a Communist country where certain principles dear to the Christian faith are suppressed, I would openly advocate disobeying that country's antireligious laws.
"Letter from a Birmingham Jail [King, Jr.]"
Dachau (First Nazi Concentration Camp) Budapest Holocaust Museum, Berchtesgaden (Eagle Nest), East Berlin