Liberating Dachau 1945
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Published: Sun Jun 28 2020
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Felix Sparks had one hell of a war, literally and figuratively, and one hell of a life in general in fact. At one point in Italy he was one of only two men in his entire company alive and in condition to fight, and on more than one occasion he heavily criticized his superior officers in an official way for making bad decisions that cost many men their lives. He was recommended for a Medal of Honor but the paperwork got lost, possibly because of his tendency to hold the men above him in the chain of command to the same standards he expected of himself and his men.
https://warfarehistorynetwork.com/2016/07/02/a-fighting-foot-soldier-of-the-45th/
They'd just been brought face to face with the greatest horror of the 20th century, i imagine emotions were running pretty high
Growing up in the US - I learned about the Holocaust from my Jewish community, my family & specifically my grandfather, the only member of his extended family who managed to escape the Nazis & make it to America. My first memory on the subject is as a small child asking about the numbers on his arm, the unfathomable silence that followed, that feeling like I had done something wrong by asking but not understanding why. The man who I grew up with as my grandfather (was actually my mother’s stepfather but to me he was really the only grandfather that I ever had) was unable to save any of the more than 70 members of his extended family.
The memory of the Holocaust was a distant but ever present shadow lurking throughout my childhood. While that first instance, I did not know what I did not know, & it wouldn’t be explained to me until years later, we children saw, listened & recognized that there was a void there, something which we were not yet allowed to know.
Strands of commonality linked these fragments of things we were not meant to see, things we were not meant to hear. Phrases like “in the war” & “Ha Shoah” (the Hebrew word by which Jews call the Holocaust) whispered past & were absorbed without understanding by the children of my generation.
As we grew older, slowly & with no small amount of regret, the adults of our community undertook the grim task of educating us to the horrors of what was done to our people. At first, our minds just understood it as some very horrible thing that killed an unimaginable number of people, & hurt many more. The fragments of shadow slowly started to coalesce into an image, a story, that I didn’t really have the ability to grasp. There were so many things it would take me years to identify & decades to even begin to comprehend.
Whether in quiet stares off into the distance when any decent person would have had the decency to look away, the odd hollowness to a smile, a guarded way of walking, a furtive habitual glance over the shoulder. The many ways that scars, emotional, psychological, & physical can simultaneously be obvious & camouflaged - depending on if you know how to read between the lines. As a child, you first notice the physical, a limp, a missing finger, a dramatic scar & the glimpse of numbers tattooed in the crevices of skin on a wrinkled arm.
Each passing year, we would learn about the Shoah in more detail as our families, teachers & communities grappled with the question of how to pass on a story of such inhumanity without wounding & scarring us in the process. By the time high school came about, we were expected to be prepared to handle the full & unvarnished horror, as if anyone really ever can. In those years, I read books & studied on my own - trying to grapple with not only how people could commit such purely evil acts but also how people could let it happen to them.
My brash adolescent mind reassuring myself that I would never let that happen to me, to my friends, to my family. I would be one of those who fought back, I told myself trying to find a way to feel safe in a world that now contained horrors previously unimaginable to me.
When I was 18, I left for the Middle East to complete my military service & it was those next few years which sadly gave me my first glimmer of true comprehension. It would take another 18 years, the last five years of which I spent in Northern Iraq & Syria. Watching the rise of ISIL from a vantage point close enough to get blood on my clothes earned me my own set of gruesome nightmares to haunt the dark side of my eyelids.
It took me almost forty years to have enough wisdom, experience & trauma of my own to deeply grok the enormity of what the Holocaust was & realize that I’ll never ever truly comprehend what happened in those places in those years & perhaps most importantly, to admit that the price for that understanding is not a price any human should ever have to bear.
”Never forget, Never again”
We were taught to remember & charged with making sure history never had the opportunity to repeat itself. For a while, I naively believed that the horrors & evils of that war were so resoundingly repugnant to all people that humanity would not tread that dark path again.
Of course, in those adolescent years, I had not yet learned about:
The great purges of the Soviet state or of Mao’s China.
Nor was I aware of the ravages of Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge in Cambodia.
Nor was I aware of the slaughter of the Hutu by the Tutsi in 1972’s Burundi.
When I first heard of the war(s) in the former Yugoslavian territories, what would get the most attention as the NATO mission to Bosnia - It seemed like the world had learned its lesson & wasn’t going to stand idly by when crimes against humanity & genocide were committed. Unfortunately, that impression was short-lived as I become increasingly aware that (I had entirely missed the Hutu slaughter of the Tutsi in Burundi in 1993) of the events in (only this time it was back to Tutsi slaughtering Hutu) Rwanda in 1996.
The 90’s were closed out (& a new century begun) by successive Chechnyan wars, next Sri Lanka picked up the torch of slaughter & carried it through the first decade of the 21st century by slaughtering the Tamil. Then we heard about the mass slaughters in South Sudan, the rise of ISIL & the literal hell on earth that they sought to create before my eyes. Next we had Myanmar step in for a turn with their persecution of the Rohingya - it was all the usual genocidal greatest hits:
If that wasn’t horrific enough, it was an ethnic cleansing perpetrated by freaking Buddhists of all people.
It seems like the only propensity among human beings greater than the systematic racial, ethnic, or religious based slaughter of our fellow man, is the ability of the rest of our species to look the other way & pretend it isn’t happening. God forbid, we feel guilty for changing the channel on our televisions so that we don’t have to feel uncomfortable (and I'm just as guilty of this as anyone).
Now we are in 2020, there is a global plague that has killed 986 thousand people, a global recession threatening to dive into a “Greater Depression”, civil unrest & outright rioting on US streets & in 40% of the rest of the countries in the world. The US is closer to a civil war than any time since 1877 (you thought I was going to refer to the US Civil War in 1861 didn’t you, but nope, go read about the election crisis of 1877 which resulted in a horrific compromise & which set the stage for the Jim Crow era & Segregation) & the election of Rutherford B. Hayes.
China has (starting in 2019) brazenly violated the terms of the “* Sino-British Joint Declaration on the Question of Hong Kong” under which the UK agreed to return HK to China & is brutally cracking down on political rights & the protesters there. At the same time, they are employing *literally** Orwellian technologies & techniques to crackdown on anything resembling dissent. Not to mention that they are intent on spreading those technologies to empower authoritarian despots & tyrants around the globe - a move which is setting back the idea of (not even the reality, it is assaulting the notions underpinning) human rights globally by decades; actions which represent the single most clear & present danger to the civil, humanitarian & democratic foundations of the (sadly) brightest societal pinnacle our species has yet achieved.
Of course, with the world in a pandemic led economic crisis & forty percent of the countries on the planet undergoing civil disorder at the same time - who has any spoons left to worry about the plight of the poor Uighur (China recognizes the opportunity while the world is otherwise preoccupied to renew their campaign of crimes against humanity in Tibet, a place where they’ve been able to have their fun because of loud & outspoken global criticism) - the world is just too busy dealing with their own anxieties & preoccupations to have any spoons for what is honestly the usual & routine litany of global atrocities.
Then again, I just came here to say that even growing up with learning about the Holocaust, & feeling like I had pretty much heard it all, I was surprised to learn that in the middle of retreating from the onslaught of the Russian counterattack that the Nazis were so hellbent & determined to kill every last Jew & other undesirables that they organized, evacuated & transported prisoners in camps which were about to be overrun by the Russians to camps inside of Germany so they’d have more time to kill them all before they lost the war.
If you had asked me this morning when I woke up, “If there was anything about the Holocaust, or hell even the modern history of Genocide that I thought could surprise me?”
My answer would have been “Maybe, but I doubt it...”
This wasn’t the first, nor will it be the last thing I fail to predict this year as the only constant truth of 2020 seems to be that every day is better than the next...
He was a mentor to me in the early 70's. Great man. Go the 157 th.
He was the ground commander for the army national guard and new my grandfather. Long time ago, but the relationship had to do with water rights on the western slope of Colorado.
I believe cherry creek reservoir and perhaps the idea for lake Dillion?