THE WHITE HOUSE
Office of the Press Secretary (Colleville-sur-Mer, France) _____________________________________________________________ For Immediate Release June 6, 1994
REMARKS BY THE PRESIDENT AT POINTE DU HOC Normandy, France
8:45 A.M. (L)
THE PRESIDENT: General Downing, Mr. Hathaway, honored leaders of our military, distinguished veterans and members of the Armed Services, family and friends, my fellow Americans: We stand on sacred soil. Fifty years ago at this place a miracle of liberation began. On that morning, democracy's forces landed to end the enslavement of Europe.
Around 7:00 a.m., Lt. Colonel James Earl Rudder, 2nd Ranger Battalion, United States Army, led 224 men onto the beaches below and up these unforgiving cliffs. Bullets and grenades came down upon them, but by a few minutes after 7:00 a.m., here, exactly here, the first Ranger stood.
Today, let us ask those American heroes to stand again. (Applause.)
Corporal Ken Bargmann, who sits here to my right, was one of them. He had just celebrated his 20th birthday out in the Channel. A young man like all the rest of them, cold and wet, far from home, preparing for the challenge of his life. Ken Bargmann and the other Rangers of Pointe du Hoc and all the other Americans, British, Canadian and free French who landed, were the tip of a spear the free world had spent sharpening; a spear they began on this morning in 1944 to plunge into the heart of the Nazi empire. Most of them were new to war, but all were armed with the ingenuity of free citizens and the confidence that they fought for a good cause under the gaze of a loving God.
The fortunate ones would go home, changed forever. Thousands would never return. And today we mourn their loss. But on that gray dawn, millions -- literally millions -- of people on this continent awaited their arrival. Young Anne Frank wrote in her diary these words: "It's no exaggeration to say that all Amsterdam, all Holland, yes, the whole west coast of Europe talks about the invasion day and night; debates about it, makes bets about it and hopes. I have the feeling friends are approaching."
The young men who came, fought for the very survival of democracy. Just four years earlier, some thought democracy's day had passed. Hitler was rolling across Europe. In America, factories worked at only half capacity. Our people were badly divided over what to do. The future seemed to belong to the dictators. They sneered at democracy -- its mingling of races and religions; its tolerance of dissent. They were sure we didn't have what it took.
Well, they didn't know James Rudder or Ken Bargmann, or the other men of D-Day. The didn't understand what happens when the free unite behind a great and worthy cause. For human miracles begin with personal choices -- millions of them gathered together as one, like the stars of a majestic galaxy. Here at this place, in Britain, in North America, and among resistance fighters in France and across Europe, all those numberless choices came together. The choices of lion-hearted leaders to rally their people. The choices of people to mobilize for freedom's fight. The choices of their soldiers to carry on that fight into a world worn weary by devastation and despair.
Every person in the democracies pitched in. Every shipbuilder who built a landing craft. Every woman who worked in a factory. Every farmer who grew food for the troops. Every miner who carved coal out of a cavern. Every child who tended a victory garden. All of them did their part. All produced things with their hands and their hearts that went into this battle. And on D-Day, all across the free world, the peoples of democracy prayed that they had done their job right. Well, they had done their job right.
And, here, you, the Army Rangers, did yours. Your mission was to scale these cliffs and destroy the howitzers at the top that threatened every Allied soldier and ship within miles. You fired grappling hooks onto the cliff tops. You waded to shore and you began to climb -- up on ropes slick with sea and sand -- up, as the Germans shot down and tried to cut your lines. Up, sometimes holding to the cliffs with nothing but the knives you had and your own bare hands.
As the battle raged at Juno, Sword and Gold, on Omaha and Utah, you took devastating casualties. But you also took control of these commanding heights. Around 9:00 a.m., two Rangers discovered the big guns hidden inland and disabled them with heat grenades. At that moment, you became the first Americans on D-Day to complete your mission.
We look at this terrain and we marvel at your fight. We look around us and we see what you were fighting for. For, here are the daughters of Colonel Rudder. Here are the son and grandson of Corporal Bargmann. Here are the faces for whom you risked your lives. Here are the generations for whom you won a war. We are the children of your sacrifice. We are the sons and daughters you saved from tyranny's reach. We grew up behind the shield of the strong alliances you forged in blood upon these beaches, on the shores of the Pacific, and in the skies above. We flourished in the nation you came home to build.
The most difficult days of your lives bought us 50 years of freedom. You did you job; now we must do ours. Let us begin by teaching our young people about the villainy that started this war and the valor that ended it. Let us carry on the work you began here. The sparks of freedom you struck on these beaches were never extinguished, even in the darkest days behind the Iron Curtain. Five years ago the miracle of liberation was repeated as the rotting timbers of communism came tumbling down.
Now we stand at the start of a new day. The Soviet Empire is gone. So many people who fought as our partners in this war -- the Russians, the Poles, and others -- now stand again as our partners in peace and democracy. Our work is far from done. Still there are cliffs to scale. We must work to contain the world's most deadly weapons, to expand the reach of democracy. We must keep ready arms and strong alliances. We must have strong families and cohesive societies and educated citizens and vibrant, open, economies that promote cooperation, not conflict.
And if we should ever falter, we need only remember you at his spot 50 years ago, and you, again, at this spot today. The flame of your youth became freedom's lamp, and we see it s light reflected in your faces still, and in the faces of your children and grandchildren.
We commit ourselves, as you did, to keep that lamp burning for those who will follow. You completed your mission here. But the mission of freedom goes on; the battle continues. The "longest day" is not yet over.
God bless you, and God bless America. (Applause.)
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