I was fortunate enough to be across in Normandy last week on a Battlefield Study of the Normandy Landings. We visited the Merville Battery and Pegasus Bridge and the various British Canadian and American beaches. We had a very moving service in the British Cemetery at Bayeux in the bright sunshine.
These visits always produce very mixed feelings I think. One cannot fail to see the vastness of the undertaking, the adventure of it and of course the individual determination and courage of so many.
Lt Col Otway is one example. Having collected only 150 of the 650 men that dropped in to take the key Merville gun battery that was covering the beach on which the British landings were to take place a few hours later, he and that small group went ahead and took the objective anyway. It was only incredible determination and courage in the face of circumstances where things had gone disastrously wrong that made that possible.
And in that cemetery, where we laid a small wreath, the bright Portland Stone Grave stones that shone in the sunshine spoke to us of that very mixed response. Huge admiration and awe at what was done, an enduring sense of sadness at what was lost and also, for those of us who serve today, the recognition that the same thing might have happened to us or indeed might yet happen to some of us.
I am sure many of you will have been to these places and felt the same things.
But we also visited a rather different place as well. We went to the German Cemetery at La Cambe where we went and stood beside the grave of a certain Michael Wittmann.
Michael Wittmann was a German Waffen-SS tank commander during the Second World War. He rose to the rank of SS-Hauptsturmführer (captain) and was a “Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross“ holder, the highest award for battlefield bravery and leadership given in the German Army at that time.
He was credited in the course of the war in Russia and Normandy in fact, with the destruction of 138 tanks and 132 anti-tank guns, along with an unknown number of other armoured vehicles, making him one of Germany’s top panzer commanders.
Wittmann is most famous for his ambush of elements of the British 7th Armoured Division, during the Battle of Villers-Bocage on 13 June 1944. While in command of a single Panzerkampfwagen VI Tiger tank he destroyed up to 14 tanks and 15 personnel carriers along with 2 anti-tank guns within the space of 15 minutes. He was killed on 8 August 1944 while taking part in a counter-attack to retake tactically important high ground south of Caen and north of Falaise.
Looking around this German cemetery there is a very different atmosphere to the allied ones. The small plaques are flat on the ground and only groups of dark rough shod crosses mark the groups of graves. In the centre is a mound with a large Germanic cross with two sombre statues either side of a man and a woman that could be Jesus and Mary but might as easily be just a representative man and woman. 12000 of the 21000 German bodies were not brought there until 1954 and the cemetery not an official war cemetery until 1961.
A sign at the gate reads:
“With its melancholy rigour, it is a graveyard for soldiers not all of whom had chosen either the cause or the fight. They too have found rest in our soil of France.”
All these things, the very late establishment of this cemetery, the dark atmosphere, the small flat grave stones, express something of the ambiguity Germans feel towards their dead in this war. They look back to a world conflict provoked by the German Nazi regime that was also responsible for the holocaust. Up to WWII Germany celebrated “Heroes’ Memorial Day”. After WWII it was changed to the “People’s Mourning Day”.
As we stood there and tried to see it for once from the other side it occurred to me that everyone in that cemetery had had one of two things written on their belt buckle
The ordinary German soldiers in the Wehrmacht would have had “Got mit uns” on their belts, “God with us”. The SS like Michael Wittmann, on the other hand would have had “Meine Ehre heißt Treue”, “My honour is loyalty”
This difference may seem trivial but actually I think it expresses something that comes close to the heart of why the Germans had to lose the war.
The Germans were strong. They had some excellent soldiers and leaders – some excellent kit as well, as Michael Wittmann and his Tiger Tank demonstrated to the British 7th Armoured Division on 13th June only too well.
But what moves human beings and determines what they do in these extreme circumstances is not fundamentally in the head or the hand. It is in the heart, in the conviction that what they are doing is right and worth giving their lives for.
Napoleon and Field Marshal Slim both held that this, “the Moral or Spiritual Component“, was by far the most important in any army. When plans fail, as they normally do, and chaos and carnage abound it is only what is inside people that determines how they act for good or ill.
Ultimately this comes down to belief and faith.
Now there is a huge fallacy in our secular society that faith is a purely religious thing, that there are those who have faith and those that don’t. When you think about it however, that clearly isn’t true. Secular people are putting their faith in a view of the world and a set of beliefs just as much as religious people. We are all believers; it is simply a matter of what we choose to believe.
German attitudes to their dead seen in that cemetery reflect a sense that the beliefs and ideology that started WWII was twisted and wrong. And yet if that is so now, it was not so then. There was no shortage of morale or conviction in the likes of Michael Wittmann.
But of course he and the SS and the Nazi ideologues were not everyone. Most of the soldiers in La Cambe were not, I suppose, any different from our own. As the sign outside the cemetery says – “not all had chosen either the cause or the fight.” If your country goes to war what are you going to do, even assuming you are given a choice?
Germany was largely a Christian country. Protestant in the North and Roman Catholic in the south.
But the driving ideology of the Nazis was based on very different beliefs. The SS and the Nazi hierarchy rejected Christianity as weak and tainted by its origins in Judaism. Jesus was, in the end a Jew, and that was never going to sit well with people like Hitler and Himmler.
In 1938 53.6% of the SSVT (later renamed the Waffen SS) had been persuaded to leave the Church. By May 1940 only 4 men in the Totenkopf Division had not renounced Christianity.
The SS banned Chaplains and tried to make the Whermacht follow suit. The Whermacht Generals refused but they were under increasing pressure to. Hence the significance of the belt buckles.
“God with us” changes to “my honour is loyalty” – God is replaced by absolute loyalty. Loyalty of course to Hitler and to the Nazi faith as personified in Hitler’s person.
Ultimately Nazism was a secular ideology like communism but it had all the marks of a fanatical religious sect. For some, the worse things that had to be done, the more extreme and unpleasant, in obedience to Hitler, the greater the honour.
“God with us” is always a dangerous claim if, as it has been, it is applied to sides in human affairs. This “God is on our side” a perversion on the real meaning which is of course the Christmas message, “Emmanuel” meaning “God with us in Christ’s coming“. The “us” here is not any nation or human group but the whole of humanity. It certainly does not refer to God being on our side in any war or human conflict. For Christians the real question should never be “Is God on our side” but rather always, “Are we on God’s side?”
We can see in our own time only too well how religious fanatics can come to believe that God is on their side no matter what they do. But the Nazis and later the followers of Stalin show only too well that if people think that by embracing a secular faith rather than God that they will build a more peaceful world they are sadly mistaken. Estimates vary but about 78 million died in WWII including the 6 Million killed in concentration camps. About 20 Million died in Russia under Stalin. So these secular faiths brought about more carnage than all the conflicts in European history previously put together including the 30 years war and WW1.
In today’s Gospel (see below) Jesus gives us that enduring image of himself as the Good Shepherd. He describes himself as one of the hundreds of Jewish shepherds that his hearers would be seeing every day. There they would be walking in front of their flock with the dominant animal with the flock of sheep following on behind. (Very different of course from what we see in the TV programme “A Man and his Dog” in our country where the sheep are herded and driven with dogs.) They would have seen these shepherds lying across the open doorways of the sheepfolds – keeping the sheep in and any wild animals out. In sheepfolds there is no gate because the shepherd is the gate.
The image of Jesus as the shepherd and ourselves as the sheep does not appeal to everyone. For Hitler and the Nazis and for some people today it is evidence that Christianity is for the weak and the stupid. But of course Jesus is not giving an image of how his followers should be here so much as talking about his relationship with us as God’s son. He goes ahead of us, he puts his body between us and the enemy, he calls us by name and we know his voice.
In a world of clashing ideologies, bitter physical conflicts and endlessly difficult moral choices it is always hard for us to know which way to go, what choices to make, what causes to fight for and defend. We know that courage, loyalty, discipline, integrity, self sacrifice and respect for other people are all needed but how do we know what to be these things for? Courageous for what? Loyal to what? Self Sacrificial for what?
The Christian faith gives us the answer to those questions. If the world should put it’s faith in anything or anyone then it should be in Christ – the way the truth and the life. We Christians will not always get it right of course but if we seek to follow the Good Shepherd, if we listen for his voice in every situation, if we ask ourselves honestly what we think Jesus would think or say or do or at least have us think or say or do, then, if we actually have the courage to do that, we will not go far wrong.
“My honour is loyalty” – the Nazis put their absolute faith in Hitler in a very similar way but he was not the Good Shepherd or God’s son and he led them deeper and deeper into hellish madness. What the world needs is not some mechanistic secular faith that promises an earthly kingdom that will last 1000 years – be it built on things that are in themselves good but are easily perverted – nationalism, equality, hard work or profit. What it needs is God in Christ, who is not an ideology but a living, knowing, loving being. Perhaps our belt buckles should read not God with us – but “Good Shepherd lead us.”
Addendum
This wonderful story was pointed out to me in connection with this subject. Hope for redemption for us all.
John 10.1-10 The Good Shepherd
1“Truly, truly, I say to you, he who does not enter by the door into the fold of the sheep, but climbs up some other way, he is a thief and a robber.
2“But he who enters by the door is a shepherd of the sheep.
3“To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.
4“When he puts forth all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice.
5“A stranger they simply will not follow, but will flee from him, because they do not know the voice of strangers.”
6This figure of speech Jesus spoke to them, but they did not understand what those things were which He had been saying to them.
7So Jesus said to them again, “Truly, truly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep.
8“All who came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them. 9“I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.
10“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.
Sermon preached at the Royal Garrison Church Aldershot on the Fourth Sunday of Easter 15 May 2011
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Those of us that were in Church this morning will have heard the Gospel reading from John that describes Jesus attending, even in the wasteland of agony and despair of the cross, to that gaze that regards him even yet. “Woman behold your son.” And, to the disciple also at the foot of the cross, “Behold your mother”. Of course it is not something that can be replaced like this, passed on like a baton, but it is the best that can be done under the circumstances and it shows just how the most basic and human aspect of ourselves is hidden alongside something eternal and quite beyond us in this most ordinary of relationships.