Scenes of GIs mooning for their girls back home, baseball, hot dogs and Mom's apple pie were a staple of Hollywood movies about World War II. But those scenes never rang true with any of the WWII combat vets I've talked to. What they recall obsessing over was the misery around them: the weather, the hunger and the constant fear of maiming or death.
War isn't pretty. It's nothing to wax nostalgic about.
The war that soldiers know is about service and sacrifice. For some, that meant never seeing another sunrise, never holding their folks or family again. An appreciation of that harsh reality is what gave rise to Memorial Day. It's a single day, just one day, where we are meant to pause and remember those who gave everything for us.
No surprise, then, that the commercialization of the Memorial Day weekend repulses many. Those who have lost a loved one to war, or had casualties shatter their lives, are not impressed when car dealers, appliance salesmen and hardware stores mark the day by offering deals you just can't beat.
Quite a few Americans, it seems, never think of the extra day off as anything more than another long weekend. They may head down to Main Street for the Memorial Day parade and then race over to the local megamart for last-minute cookout or picnic supplies, never reflecting on why the day has been set apart.
To be fair to American sensibilities, every national holiday has become commercialized. It is easy to track the seasons at local pharmacies, where the paraphernalia on the shelves rotate to service Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine's Day, Easter and Mother's Day in rapid succession.
On the one hand, it is hard to argue with freedom and free enterprise. Stores are just giving customers what they want: sales when consumers need them or have the time and luxury to take advantage of Black Friday or Veterans Day deals.
Indeed, in the era of COVID restrictions, when we are told when, where and how can we shop, we miss what we took for granted. These are — or were — everyday freedoms, just a fraction of the freedoms guaranteed for us by the victories on battlefields from Bunker Hill to Afghanistan. It seems severe to criticize our fellow citizens for yearning nostalgically for the days of unfettered, unmasked shopping sprees again.