Jerry Fletcher in Lifestyle, Directors and Executives, beBee in English CEO • Z-axis Marketing, Inc. Jun 8, 2019 · 5 min read · +900



There’s a water jet fountain in the small pond outside my patio doors.

It’s as if a whale has surfaced from somewhere under the earth and is clearing its blowhole… for eight hours a day.

It cranks up about 8:00 AM.

Not long after, a pair of mated ducks arrives. They land, hurtling into the water in a kamikaze mode that immediately becomes serene. Happens every day.

It is one of the little pleasures of being home.

That and fixing breakfast to sounds of the morning news on Oregon Public Broadcasting. The best part is that the broadcast includes a round up from the BBC.

Lately that was all about the 75th anniversary of D-Day.

This is one of the few times I have taken pride in the words of the president of the country I love. Here, in part, is what he said speaking at Omaha Beach in Normandy, France before The president of France and a gathering of some survivors:

“On the 6th of June, 1944, they joined a liberation force of awesome power and breathtaking scale. After months of planning, the Allies had chosen this ancient coastline to mount their campaign to vanquish the wicked tyranny of the Nazi empire from the face of the Earth.

The battle began in the skies above us. In those first tense midnight hours, 1,000 aircraft roared overhead with 17,000 Allied airborne troops preparing to leap into the darkness beyond these trees.

Then came dawn. The enemy who had occupied these heights saw the largest naval armada in the history of the world. Just a few miles offshore were 7,000 vessels bearing 130,000 warriors. They were the citizens of free and independent nations, united by their duty to their compatriots and to millions yet unborn.

There were the British, whose nobility and fortitude saw them through the worst of Dunkirk and the London Blitz. The full violence of Nazi fury was no match for the full grandeur of British pride.

There were the Canadians, whose robust sense of honor and loyalty compelled them to take up arms alongside Britain from the very, very beginning.

There were the fighting Poles, the tough Norwegians, and the intrepid Aussies. There were the gallant French commandos, soon to be met by thousands of their brave countrymen ready to write a new chapter in the long history of French valor. (Applause.)

And, finally, there were the Americans. They came from the farms of a vast heartland, the streets of glowing cities, and the forges of mighty industrial towns. Before the war, many had never ventured beyond their own community. Now they had come to offer their lives half a world from home.

This beach, codenamed Omaha, was defended by the Nazis with monstrous firepower, thousands and thousands of mines and spikes driven into the sand, so deeply. It was here that tens of thousands of the Americans came.

The GIs who boarded the landing craft that morning knew that they carried on their shoulders not just the pack of a soldier, but the fate of the world. Colonel George Taylor, whose 16th Infantry Regiment would join in the first wave, was asked: What would happen if the Germans stopped right then and there, cold on the beach — just stopped them? What would happen? This great American replied: “Why, the 18th Infantry is coming in right behind us. The 26th Infantry will come on too. Then there is the 2nd Infantry Division already afloat. And the 9th Division. And the 2nd Armored. And the 3rd Armored. And all the rest. Maybe the 16th won’t make it, but someone will.”

One of those men in Taylor’s 16th Regiment was Army medic Ray Lambert. Ray was only 23, but he had already earned three Purple Hearts and two Silver Stars fighting in North Africa and Sicily, where he and his brother Bill, no longer with us, served side by side.

In the early morning hours, the two brothers stood together on the deck of the USS Henrico, before boarding two separate Higgins landing craft. “If I don’t make it,” Bill said, “please, please take care of my family.” Ray asked his brother to do the same.

Of the 31 men on Ray’s landing craft, only Ray and 6 others made it to the beach. There were only a few of them left. They came to the sector right here below us. “Easy Red” it was called. Again and again, Ray ran back into the water. He dragged out one man after another. He was shot through the arm. His leg was ripped open by shrapnel. His back was broken. He nearly drowned.

He had been on the beach for hours, bleeding and saving lives, when he finally lost consciousness. He woke up the next day on a cot beside another badly wounded soldier. He looked over and saw his brother Bill. They made it. They made it. They made it.

At 98 years old, Ray is here with us today, with his fourth Purple Heart and his third Silver Star from Omaha.

Nearly two hours in, unrelenting fire from these bluffs kept the Americans pinned down on the sand now red with our heroes’ blood. Then, just a few hundred yards from where I’m standing, a breakthrough came. The battle turned, and with it, history.

Down on the beach, Captain Joe Dawson, the son of a Texas preacher, led Company G through a minefield to a natural fold in the hillside, still here. Just beyond this path to my right, Captain Dawson snuck beneath an enemy machine gun perch and tossed his grenades. Soon, American troops were charging up “Dawson’s Draw.” What a job he did. What bravery he showed.

Lieutenant Spalding and the men from Company E moved on to crush the enemy strongpoint on the far side of this cemetery, and stop the slaughter on the beach below. Countless more Americans poured out across this ground all over the countryside. They joined fellow American warriors from Utah beach, and Allies from Juno, Sword, and Gold, along with the airborne and the French patriots.

Private First Class Russell Pickett, of the 29th Division’s famed 116th Infantry Regiment, had been wounded in the first wave that landed on Omaha Beach. At a hospital in England, Private Pickett vowed to return to battle. “I’m going to return,” he said. “I’m going to return.”

Six days after D-Day, he rejoined his company. Two thirds had been killed already; many had been wounded, within 15 minutes of the invasion. They’d lost 19 just from small town of Bedford, Virginia, alone. Before long, a grenade left Private Pickett again gravely wounded. So badly wounded. Again, he chose to return. He didn’t care; he had to be here.

He was then wounded a third time, and laid unconscious for 12 days. They thought he was gone. They thought he had no chance. Russell Pickett is the last known survivor of the legendary Company A. And, today, believe it or not, he has returned once more to these shores to be with his comrades. Private Pickett, you honor us all with your presence.

By the fourth week of August, Paris was liberated. Some who landed here pushed all the way to the center of Germany. Some threw open the gates of Nazi concentration camps to liberate Jews who had suffered the bottomless horrors of the Holocaust. And some warriors fell on other fields of battle, returning to rest on this soil for eternity.

Before this place was consecrated to history, the land was owned by a French farmer, a member of the French resistance. These were great people. These were strong and tough people. His terrified wife waited out D-Day in a nearby house, holding tight to their little baby girl. The next day, a soldier appeared. “I’m an American,” he said. “I’m here to help.” The French woman was overcome with emotion and cried. Days later, she laid flowers on fresh American graves.

Today, her granddaughter, Stefanie, serves as a guide at this cemetery. This week, Stefanie led 92-year-old Marian Wynn of California to see the grave of her brother Don for the very first time.

Marian and Stefanie are both with us today. And we thank you for keeping alive the memories of our precious heroes. Thank you.

9,388 young Americans rest beneath the white crosses and Stars of David arrayed on these beautiful grounds. Each one has been adopted by a French family that thinks of him as their own. They come from all over France to look after our boys. They kneel. They cry. They pray. They place flowers. And they never forget. Today, America embraces the French people and thanks you for honoring our beloved dead. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you…

My recent trip to Spain allowed me to see Picasso’s Guernica portraying the horror of the German blitkreig which destroyed a city. Seeing that painting, in person, was a visceral experience.

The juxtaposition of these two experiences makes me ponder the human condition.

How long must good men and women be sacrificed to despots desperate for power and money?

How long?

I have no answer.

And, so it goes.


Jerry Fletcher is a sought-after International Speaker, a beBee ambassador, founder and Grand Poobah of

His consulting practice, founded in 1990, is known for Trust-based Brand development, Positioning and business development for independent professionals on and off-line.

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Jerry Fletcher Jun 11, 2019 · #7

#5 Harvey, right about now history must be shaking her head over the growth of fascist governments around the world. And so it goes.

Jerry Fletcher Jun 11, 2019 · #6

#4 Pascal, humanity has a terribly short memory and can so easily be manipulated. You son is lucky to have a father that honors those that "manned the wall." It is a pleasure to have made your acquaintance my friend.

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Harvey Lloyd Jun 11, 2019 · #5

Thank you for this, great read. It was an era that has set us up to "choose" a path. History awaits the choice.

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Pascal Derrien Jun 11, 2019 · #4

To ''Private Pickett'' and all his brothers, We were there with my son a few months ago, he is thirteen and he was overwhelmed by the ghosts of war. He said we were lucky not to have to go thru those times , I answered we were lucky to have all those men before us....

Jerry Fletcher Jun 9, 2019 · #3

#1 #2 Ken, Dr. Ali, this reminds me of the plot for many a science fiction story that pursued the idea that mankind could set aside petty differences in the face of an extraterrestrial attack. It is a positive idea but seeing the way people react to Global warming does not give me hope that it could or would happen. And so it goes.

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T"hey were the citizens of free and independent nations, united by their duty to their compatriots and to millions yet unborn" This is a great quote and it reminds me dear @Jerry Fletcher that is is what nations need today... a grand goal to unite them.

Ken Boddie Jun 8, 2019 · #1

Every time I see a war grave, Jerry, I’m reminded of my Uncle Eddie, whose grave I stumbled across when I was much younger, less wordly experienced, and much more naive:
In answer to your virtually rhetorical question, Jerry, as long as there are ‘have’s and ‘have not’s, blacks and whites, socialists and capitalists, generosity and indifference, as long as there is mankind the way we know it, “until the last syllable of recorded time” ... and so it will continue to go, 😢 , unless ...