On D-Day, 2015 — Summary

Max ReifContemplative

Lest anyone imagine a solid wall between the worlds of history and fiction:

This Morning: In the novel I’m listening to in my car, I hear how Minka, the title character, is marched from Auschwitz, escapes, then is re-captured and sent to Bergen-Belsen.

This Afternoon: My friend Stewart posts a D-Day tribute on his Facebook page, a photo of soldiers landing in Normandy. The caption reads: “My Dad was among them– all the way to the liberation of Bergen-Belsen in April, 1945.”

Early This Evening: With errands to run I’m back in the car, continuing my book. Minka comes down with typhus. She falls on the ground and awaits being shot, but no bullet comes.

Finally, she looks up. White flags are flying from unoccupied guard towers. Raising her head further, she sees in the distance, winding down the road, a convoy of trucks, red crosses on their sides.

The British soldiers are arriving.

and I can see Stewart’s father among them.

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The speaker opens by challenging the idea that fiction and history are separate, then proves it with the events of a single day. In the morning, he listens to a novel in his car. Its heroine, Minka, is marched from Auschwitz, escapes, is recaptured, and ends up in Bergen-Belsen. In the afternoon, a friend's Facebook post about D-Day mentions that his father fought through to the liberation of that same camp. By evening, back in the car, the speaker hears Minka, sick with typhus, wait to be shot. Instead she sees white flags and Red Cross trucks, and the British soldiers arrive.

The last lines shift into the speaker's own voice, as he imagines his friend's father among those soldiers. The mood is quiet, surprised, and moving. The speaker doesn't lecture. He lets the coincidence speak, and the plain, diary-like structure ("This Morning," "This Afternoon") makes the moment feel real. The poem suggests that a made-up story and a true one can lead to the same place.

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