Mr. Speaker, on Friday, I was honored to join Congressman Jack Kingston as he led a delegation for a wreath laying and dedication of a monument in Pilsen, Czech Republic, to the veterans of the U.S. Army who liberated Western Bohemia of…
Mr. Speaker, on Friday, I was honored to join Congressman Jack Kingston as he led a delegation for a wreath laying and dedication of a monument in Pilsen, Czech Republic, to the veterans of the U.S. Army who liberated Western Bohemia of Czechoslovakia in May 1945.
Czech President Vaclav Klaus presided with Prime Minister Jiri Paroubek and Pilsen Mayor Miroslav Kalous. The large double columns of the monument symbolizing Czech-American friendship were hailed by the U.S. Presidential delegation led by Veterans Administration Secretary Jim Nicholson. The American delegation was hosted by Ambassador William Cabaniss, a former Alabama State Senator, who delivered a letter from Congressman Spencer Bachus and Birmingham Rotarians to establish the city of Pilsen as the sister city of Birmingham, Alabama.
The impressive monument corrects a distortion of history, where former communist oppressors bizarrely claimed that Americans had not been present and that the liberators were Soviet troops in American uniforms. Fortunately, the long suppressed truth is now clearly marked, proudly proclaiming ``Thank You America'' for the U.S. Army in May 1945.
On April 29, 2005, prior to attending the festivities, Diane Brown presented me the following article written by her neighbor Jana Culik of Chapin, South Carolina. Her story is an inspiring personal account of heroism and appreciation of the United States by the Czech people who now live in a liberated democracy that enjoys membership in NATO and the EU.
American Flag
(By Jana Culik)
I think that the following little narrative should be
shared--it is about an American flag made by my mother,
Dagmar Pavlansky, in Czech Republic (former Czechoslovakia)
in the spring of 1945 at the end of the Second World War.
I was a 6-year-old child at the time, and as such I could
not be trusted enough to be part of my parent's decision
concerning making flags--American, French, English and Soviet
representing four allies that the Czech people hoped to
welcome into their country. However, I remember that there
was a shortage of almost everything, especially of any kind
of cloth material and even thread sewing were not available.
After the war, when I was older, my mother told me that she
had to dye white bed sheets and go into the attic to rummage
through old magazines and newspapers to find pictures of the
flags. She had to work at night when my older sister and I
were asleep--what she was doing was a crime, it was against
the law of the occupants--the Nazis. I was told it was
punishable by death.
Then there came May of 1945--the marvelous month when the
war in Europe ended and my Czechoslovakia (near Pilsen at
Blatna) was liberated by the American army. I will never
forget the night when I was awakened by my smiling parents in
company of three American soldiers. Our house was big enough
to become the unofficial meeting place for the officers who
were stationed in our little town. I remember my father,
Judr. Jan Pavlansky, who was a good pianist, playing ``Happy
days are here again'' and ``Roll out the barrels,'' and the
soldiers teaching us to dance the boogie-woogie. All the
soldiers were wonderful--friendly, helpful, and generous. My
love for the American flag started during those times, and it
has been a life long affair.
I am not sure what happened to the other flags my mother
had made. Through the years of hardship when my country
became a part of the Easter Europe (the unlucky countries
ruled by the Soviet Regime) I was remembering the American
one. The flag kept reminding the people behind the Iron
Curtain that freedom and decency still existed in the world
even if they could not enjoy it themselves in almost 40
years.
In August of 1968, when Czechoslovakia tried to free itself
and wanted to become a democratic, self-ruled country again,
it was overrun by Soviet tanks. My husband, Karel Culik, and
I immigrated to Canada. It took 22 years before we could go
back to visit Czechoslovakia. We went back in 1990 after the
Soviet bloc in Europe collapsed. By then we had moved to the
United States and were living in Chapin, South Carolina.
When I returned to Czechoslovakia, my first ``quest'' was
to find the American flag of my childhood. Despite the fact
that my family had to move from place to place, the flag had
survived on the bottom of an old suitcase with other
cherished mementos given to use by the American soldiers in
1945.
Nowadays the flag is here in Chapin. It is still one of my
most treasured possessions. Through the years, I have become
a collector of keepsakes related to special eras of my life.
It seems that the American flag or at least the symbol of it
has been present my whole life and it has now come full
circle--in 1945, then later on, and especially now the
American flag still stands for freedom.
God bless America!