At an annual celebration of the famed World War 2 correspondent, Ernie Pyle, at his home in Albuquerque, N.M., a docent discusses the permanent closing of Pyle’s childhood home in his original birthplace in Indiana. As the docent continues his presentation, he reminds an aging audience of the steady inexorable disappearance of our history, the importance of keeping history alive, the necessity of knowing our past from whence we came.

Ernie Pyle was a celebrated World War 2 correspondent, but, today, there are many Americans who don’t know much about World War 2 except what they see in the movies. They don’t know Ernie Pyle, or Julius Caesar, or Frederick Douglas. They believe the American Civil War was only about the abolishment of slavery and the United States Constitution is outdated and irrelevant, written by stuffy white men who owned slaves and wore white wigs..

Where does history go when it is behind us?

Does God put His memos, research papers,videos and photos of our world in his personal library? Does he go back and review his plans and progress for the Universe and make changes in the roll out of his vision ? Does knowing history mean we can stop or modify what is happening to us while we are in the middle of its happening?

On this pleasant afternoon, we are taken on a guided tour of Ernie Pyle’s life and times, in a place he fixed bacon and eggs for breakfast and read his newspaper thrown on the front porch by a neighborhood boy on a bicycle. 

Ernie Pyle wrote about a world war,a big one, and it’s consequences for the everyday common men and women who always fight wars.

His house feels like a home and I walk away suspecting that Ernie would offer me a cold drink of lemonade on a hot summer day and have some good jokes to soften the wounds of our war as we both set at a little table on the front porch with empty mesas as far as we could see.

He came from humble roots but was placed in the middle of one of the worst wars in human history.

His writings and his home survive him, and remembering is something we can do for him still.

Ernie volunteered for the war but some would say reporting on it from the front lines was his destiny.

The beauty of his writing is that it seems like it was written for everybody but him.

 

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