December 16, 1944, was the last date in history when the United States had its military backbone broken on the battlefield — and then miraculously repaired — all in the span of six, torturous, days.  The last great push of the Wehrmacht to turn the tide of the war one, final, time forever — became infamously known as “The Battle of the Bulge” named for the way the Nazi Army pressed against the Allied lines to “bulge” the defense to the point of bursting — and it is no secret the Allies almost lost WWII right there in those muddy, frozen, trenches.

Here is how the U.S. Army remembers that day:

Early on the misty winter morning of 16 December 1944, over 200,000 German troops and nearly 1,000 tanks launched Adolf Hitler’s last bid to reverse the ebb in his fortunes that had begun when Allied troops landed in France on D-day. Seeking to drive to the English Channel coast and split the Allied armies as they had done in May 1940, the Germans struck in the Ardennes Forest, a seventy-five-mile stretch of the front characterized by dense woods and few roads, held by four inexperienced and battle-worn American divisions stationed there for rest and seasoning.

After a day of hard fighting, the Germans broke through the American front, surrounding most of an infantry division, seizing key crossroads, and advancing their spearheads toward the Meuse River, creating the projection that gave the battle its name.

My friend and mentor, Dr. Howard Stein, was there, on that bloody battlefield, 66 years ago yesterday. He was 22-years-old.  His entire life was ahead of him and his brief life flashed before his eyes then, and still now.

The Battle of the Bulge started at 5:30am on December 16, 1944.  Howard’s regiment was slaughtered.  Out of 100,000 troops only 12,000 survived.  Trench Foot defined life on the battlefield.  When the battle was over, many kids lost their feet to gangrene and Howard spent three months in a hospital tent recovering from Trench Foot.  Now, at 88-years-old, Howard still suffers from the aftereffects of Trench Foot, but he doesn’t complain.  Trench Foot is a fact of his life.  He got to keep his feet.

I remember December 16, 1944 with you, because Howard Stein remembers it with me as part of the friendship of Oral History that is passed along from one man’s mind to another’s.  I cannot fathom the experience, or the horror, but I am required by the covenant of a conscious morality to process the experience so it is never forgotten.

Here’s an article Howard Stein wrote in 2005 titled — “What’s Hecuba to Me?” — and he begins his analysis of Euripides’ fine war play with a still-fresh remembrance of The Battle of the Bulge.

Howard’s experience in The Battle of the Bulge reveals an important, open, festering, wound that defines his generation and degrades mine: “How does a worldwide war against a real, identifiable, evil change the men who risked their lives to preserve human liberty for the rest of us?”

I will never be able to answer that question.  Does that make me lucky, or an incomplete man?  Howard Stein’s children cannot answer that question.  We hope Howard’s grandchildren will never have to answer that question — a terrible question that only Howard, and other soldiers like him — can answer with any veracity.

Our modern “warfare” engagements since WWII have been about power and commerce and never about stopping evil from taking over the free world.  Sure, we have had heroes and casualties from those engagements, but Vietnam and Korea and Iraq and Afghanistan and all the rest were merely manufactured police actions that were politically sculpted by the United States government for the financial benefit of the military industrial complex, and not the salvation of the earth.

In fewer than 50 years, the entire history of “The Battle of the Bulge” has been colloquially replaced in our itinerant minds by an advertising meme used to promote weight loss.  The greatest peril America has faced in her young history is now associated with fat. When a mighty, WWII battle so quickly becomes a slangy catch-phrase about big bellies — and not the eternal definition of a bulging, desperate, vicious, and vengeful Nazi Army counterattack — we all become weaker in spirit and more inept in the heart and stupider as a people.  What’s next?  The Auschwitz Cupcake?  The Dachau Lap-Band?  The Himmler Zone Diet?

When Howard writes about Hecuba, he recalls his days of warfare, and as a national warrior, he can relate to, and explain, and amplify Euripides.  When I write of Hecuba, I can invoke Howard Stein, and stand on his shoulders, and try to awkwardly lift some new meaning into the mix of human suffering, but I don’t know what Howard knows about seeing death in your eye like a perpetual sty and wondering every instant of every day if you will live or die with real, irrevocable consequences; and while I do not measure up to Howard as a man or as a warrior, I can still take his lessons and try to blindly apply their learning to an unwilling future context as his reality becomes my myth and, in turn, I hope, a necessary, universal, warning against the wary human condition and the eternal battle between evil and those who know they must defeat that evil at every, and any, cost.

Now I know, because of Howard Stein, that sometimes you are required to leap from the continent to save the nation — and there’s always never the choice to do otherwise.

Posted by David Boles

David Boles was born in Nebraska and his MFA is from Columbia University in the City of New York. He is an Author, Lyricist, Playwright, Publisher, Editor, Actor, Designer, Director, Poet, Producer, and Boodle Boy for print, radio, television, film, the web and the live stage. With more than 50 books in print, David continues to write 2MM words a year. He has authored over 25K articles and published more. Read the Prairie Voice Archive at Boles.com | Buy his books at David Boles Books Writing & Publishing | Earn the world with David Boles University | Get a script doctored at Script Professor | Touch American Sign Language mastery at Hardcore ASL.

16 Comments

  1. Great article, David! I will have to read it more closely when it’s not nearly Shabbos! (Too bad I don’t have a printer so I could read it over Shabbos🙂 )

    Like

    Reply

    1. I appreciate your quick comment, Gordon!

      This article took me 9 hours to write, and I apologize for not getting it published sooner. I had no idea the writing would be so complex and connected. It all started coming together when I happened to discover the Hecuba article midway through the writing of the article. Then everything made sense in all time frames, and in each perspective, and I finally had a proper story that crushes together on so many levels to honor a great man named Howard Stein.

      Like

      Reply

  2. There are a lot of good lessons here, David. I really like how Hecuba was the connection for you into structuring this story. It was a good and informative article about things we must remember even if we don’t want to. Howard Stein seems like a smart man and a good friend.

    Like

    Reply

    1. Howard is definitely the inspiration in my life and work, Anne. He is a mighty talent. Yes, leave it to Howard to use Hecuba to later help me link back into his life and writing and wonderment via Hecuba! SMILE!

      Like

      Reply

  3. […] to writers — found in the Secret of Good Writing — and we both shared a laugh.  Then, Howard told me a story about Jerzy Kosinski and […]

    Like

    Reply

  4. […] for Alan Champion, we can confirm in the absolute what Mark Van Doren said over 70 years ago:  There are not enough good men in the world, and when one of them dies, we are all left a little less assured and we are all made slightly more […]

    Like

    Reply

  5. […] and the good people and the moral among us fought a couple of World Wars as an entire generation leapt from the continent to save the world from […]

    Like

    Reply

  6. […] was a boy who leapt from a continent to save the world, and I instantly understood what he meant.  The world we live in now is so much worse than the […]

    Like

    Reply

  7. […] MFA Playwriting Chair and head of the Oscar Hammerstein II Center for Theatre Studies, and now lifelong friend — concerning the appropriateness of ending an English sentence with a […]

    Like

    Reply

  8. […] I’m not one for mocking and cruelly kidding around with people.  Sarcasm has been misunderstood and misinterpreted too many times by well-intentioned people who then land in large vats of trouble dealing with the aftereffects of a failed sense of humor.  When we think of valuable entertainment, the Golden Years of Hollywood are often a common touchstone:  1939.  The MGM Musicals.  The world was glorious and ripe beyond our homes and into our dreams and we could not be stopped as a nation after risking ruin, but ultimately winning, World War II. […]

    Like

    Reply

  9. […] I received the one phone call I’d been dreading for over 30 years:  ”Howard Stein is dead.”  It turns out Howard died back on October 14, 2012 after an […]

    Like

    Reply

  10. […] Because the world is crazy right now. I can’t explain it but I know I’ve got to do my part. If I don’t I’d never be able to live […]

    Like

    Reply

  11. […]  I felt stupid and embarrassed and a little old.  I immediately had flashbacks to hearing of my beloved Howard Stein‘s similar sort of fall in Times Square that landed him in the hospital and ruined his […]

    Like

    Reply

  12. […] Although we today function in the context of that idea, we have lost faith in that idea; as a result, we have lost faith in the nation.  My children have little, if any, of the belief, pride, loyalty, humility, patriotism or pleasure (as well as the naiveté, innocence, or ignorance) in the nation that I had at their age.  Their Uncle Sam became a monster while mine was a strong, virtuous, firm but kind relative and friend, an Uncle whom I eagerly rushed to defend in 1942. […]

    Like

    Reply

  13. […] heart disease, but 2011 was a siren song of a year for him with us — he published some of his greatest articles in and around that last active year. Unfortunately, Howard’s 2012 was filled with the worst […]

    Like

    Reply

  14. […] most dramatic of good fortunes took place on December 16, 1944, when I, along with my fellow squad members, were ordered out of our foxholes and told to run […]

    Like

    Reply

Share Your Thoughts:

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s