D-Day Memorial in Bedford, VA where Ash Rothlein spoke tonight

If all had gone as planned and I had not taken a fall and then developed this respiratory problem, I would be in Bedford, VA tonight with my friend, Nadine Justice. I would have been there because our dear friend, Ash Rothlein, World War II veteran, is front and center at the events going on there.

Nadine sent me a photo of him speaking before the honors flight dinner Thursday night.

Ash Rothlein in red shirt at podium. He will be ninety on June 12.

Ash has been on a mission since 2008 to bring veterans together on this 70th anniversary of D-Day. Ash was there at Normandy soon after the first wave of troops landed on the beach. His writing about that day and the emotions he felt when he saw how many fellow Americans had been killed brought tears to the eyes of all of us in our writing class when he told his stories about that war. He was determined to honor those who died and those who are living today that experienced the war that saved our world. In my opinion it was the last war that we should have fought, the last one we have won, and the last one that was properly declared. 

Ash has been a leader in this large ceremony in Bedford this weekend. He managed to get over two hundred WWII vets brought there and given free accommodations. Of course each veteran has to have someone with him to look after his needs. Medical staff must be on hand in case someone becomes ill. All the hotels in the area are full, I'm sure. 

Ash spearheaded, with his own money, the completion of a statue, which he will help dedicate tomorrow, that pays tribute to the young men of Bedford, 22 in all, who lost their lives at Normandy or soon after. I hope Nadine will send me more pictures from tomorrow's events. 

Although I could not go, I am with them all in spirit. I am so proud of Ash. He has worked tirelessly to make this a spectacular event for those remaining WWII vets who are all near his age. Nothing he has done is for him, but for others. 

I tell him he is a symbol of what one man can do if he believes in his mission and in himself. 

VETERANS DAY IS SPECIAL

A World War II Unforgettable Experience
Ash Rothlein

I was a soldier during World War II. Our company was an advanced ordnance field unit closely following the invasion into the Normandy beaches of France on June 6, 1944. Once the shores were secured the allied forces fought their way slowly inland over the next several weeks.

One day before dawn, my buddies and I were startled out of our slit trenches. The deafening roar of studded formations of heavy American heavy bombers filled the sky. We were told there were three thousand aircraft, the greatest array of air power ever displayed during the war. We cheered until we were hoarse. They were on a surprise raid to break the impasse of the German stronghold in the city of St. Lo. The success of that mission became the springboard for the armies to make major rapid advances toward Paris.

Shortly after the raid our company commander, directed us to break camp immediately. We were urgently called to lead a convoy of armored vehicles and munitions supplies to our front line troops moving ahead. I was assigned to ride in the point vehicle, an uncovered 6x6 truck, awaiting a new canvas. It was a drab and unusually cold and rainy afternoon. I envied all those who rode in sheltered vehicles. All twenty of us huddled together against the biting wind. Standing firm we held on to the rails and open roof supports. Our driver rumbled along the hilly, pot-holed roads. Rounding a curve heading up a steep incline I saw far in the distance, through the mist and rain, a sprawling village crested atop a craggy hill. Below and behind us was our convoy of one hundred forty odd vehicles following in unison with a steady engine roar.

Approaching the village at dusk I was dumbstruck with the unfolding scene. Every church bell tolled non-stop. The citizens lined both sides of the road waving and cheering as one. Their reaction was a spontaneous explosion of energy, joy and tears. They were oblivious to the cold, windy rain. Our driver slowed. We were spellbound and overcome with this gratuitous reception. With the site of our massive convoy approaching they realized they were indeed liberated. They threw flowers and food toward us. We responded with cigarettes and candy. We pumped our fists with tears of joy. Every child, woman, farmer and worker reached out to us as we edged our way up through the village. Needless to say we were so energized by this once in a lifetime experience that we rode the rest of the night to our destination without a grumble about the weather. We each quietly absorbed, in our own way, the fullness of this spontaneous happening.

Burned into my soul to this day is the eye contact I had with all those beautiful French citizens. Their relief and gratitude at finally being freed from their Nazi oppressors spoke volumes to me as to why it was an honor to serve during that war. It was indeed, an unparalleled and unforgettable treasured moment of communion with people of another culture forever reminding me that we are all one where love abounds.

I am proud to say that Ash Rothlein is a student of my Writing About Your Life class at Tri-County Community College. This story was published by the Clay County Progress of Hayesville, NC along with several wonderful photos for their Veterans Day issue. Other than letters, Ash said he was not a writer, but now says he plans to write more about his life experiences.
Thanks, Ash, for letting me share your story with my readers.