Most moving to me at St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, even more than the tombs of the famous, is the American Memorial Chapel where a page is changed daily listing American military killed in World War II.
The American Memorial Chapel at St. Paul’s Cathedral, London
That touched me as World War II always does, perhaps because the estranged siblings – England and the U.S. – had reconciled over the death of innocence, an innocence even World War I had not destroyed, or else why call it the “Great War” with all the implications that it would be the final battle? No, World War II is all the more poignant for its number of dead, the implication that wars have come before and will come again (as they always have and will). The divided family has scattered, throughout the world, a world awash in blood.
For me, my fascination channels itself in being an “old movie buff.” I’ve even converted my 15-year old son into loving World War II films. Why are these movies so appealing?
It is true that England has not gotten over WWII. One year when we lived in London, my husband and I kept seeing WWII films in the afternoon: our secret guilty television watching – don’t tell the kids! “Old” Europe (WWII) still exists several times a week on Channel 4 from 1:00-3:00 p.m. where plucky Cockneys and stiff-upper lipped Brits skeptically take the clumsy and cocky but well-meaning Yanks to their hearts, and love and despise the buffoonish Italians who are harmless unlike the evil Jerries. The films we saw included Went the Day Well? about the “Jerries” invading England (1942).
Poster for the 1942 film, “Went the Day Well?”
The Way Ahead 1944, with David Niven whipping civilians into infantry shape, has a classic ending: as the now battle-hardened recruits disappear into the bomb smoke of north Africa with bayonets on their guns to face the Bosch, the words “The Beginning” appear on the screen. A classic.
Here’s the scene from In Harm’s Way (1965) where John Wayne as Admiral Torrey is reconciled with his son Brandon de Wilde of Shane (1953) fame.
When we watched The Malta Story (1953), I was dutifully moved by the courage of the Maltese. I’m an ideal audience for these movies, easily touched by patriotism and courage. My husband, Jim, pointed out that Alec Guinness and his Maltese girlfriend, played by Muriel Pavlow, are too happy; one of them has to die by the end. He does, heroically, and she becomes the grieving Madonna.
Here are some excerpts from this fine movie.
Our son, John, continued this family tradition of watching WWII films by taking a class called “World War II in Films” in his middle school. It’s wonderful that his teacher, Will Shoaf, introduces kids this young (7th and 8th grade) to history through its popular reception.
Once my daughter, Sarah, and I watched The Cruel Sea (1953) with Jack Hawkins. It’s the usual heroic, though grim, tale of a ship protecting a convoy and what happens–not much positive, though definitely heroic in that grim, stiff-upper lip way.
I worried about scaring my daughter, Sarah, with such films when she was only 7. But, as she wisely said at the time, “I’m more afraid of things which haven’t happened than things which have happened. Because things which haven’t happened still could happen. I get nightmares from Harry Potter, not World War II.”