I buried a friend today.
Under penetrating blue skies, sunlight danced on stone as cotton clouds
floated on gentle breezes. A haunting
bugle sent to the winds the mesmerizing notes of “Taps” that reached every
corner of the little cemetery, as trees still in late summer green swayed in
rhythm with the sound. No “plein air”
artist could have captured a more perfect scene. No photographer could have captured a more
perfect light. There are places the
brush and the lens simply cannot go.
“Day is done, gone the
sun
From the lakes, from
the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely
rest.
God is nigh.”
It was such a fitting finale to a long life, well
lived. My friend was 87. He was of the “Greatest Generation.” That generation. He joined the Army in his 18th
year, which by the hand of history and the joining of years, placed him in battle
uniform in August of 1943…an 18 year old kid, freshly graduated from high
school.
“Go to sleep, peaceful
sleep,
May the soldier or
sailor,
God keep.
On the land or the
deep,
Safe in sleep.”
Less than one year later, he found himself at the confluence
of the greatest war in history, and the largest military invasion the world has
ever produced. His assignment: Utah Beach, Normandy, France. His unit’s orders: to go ashore the night before the actual invasion. The details of that mission he never shared
with me. But he did share other details,
the nature of which would have provided me with a lifetime of nightmares.
He often said the movie “The Longest Day” was the most
accurate, overall rendition of what happened that day...to an 18 yr. old kid, freshly
graduated from high school.
Love, good night, must
thou go,
When the day, and the
night
Need thee so?
All is well. Speedeth all
To their rest.”
But he was lucky. He
lived. And like many of his comrades, he
carried that burden with him all his years. Why did he live, and others not? It was always about the other guy being more
worthy. I think the opening scenes of
“Saving Private Ryan,” where Pvt. Ryan visits Normandy as an older man, best
describes what many veterans felt to their bones.
And somewhere along the way, he kind of adopted me. I was proud to know him, and honored to
eulogize him…an 18 year old kid, freshly graduated from high school.
For this life thus spent, Bob Petch has earned our
everlasting gratitude and admiration, for he was one of those incomparable men
and women who literally helped save our world.
So, rest easy now soldier.
Your duty is well and faithfully done.
You are dismissed. Enjoy your
eternity.
“Thanks and praise,
for our days,
‘Neath the sun,‘neath
the stars,
‘Neath the sky,
As we go, this we
know,
God is nigh.