A quick word, on this day, about this guy:
The enterprising son of Irish-Americans in Bryn Mawr, PA, who made good, married money (the Briggses owned not only a massive auto-parts manufacturing fief but in those days the Detroit Tigers of baseball as well) and not just money but one of the more remarkable American women of the later 20th century, then fathered (not only sired but parented very well) a massive brood (including one tragic loss to childhood illness) to whom he was a kind, interested, steady, and devoted dad.
Seventy-five years ago today, as an infantry officer in the 4th Infantry Division, he also slogged ashore through the biting wet cold and churning earth and blood and unfathomably swift metal death of UTAH Beachhead on the coast of Normandy in France, June 6, 1944. Phil did his job and exposed himself to enough danger that late in the morning he was nearly killed, and very nearly lost the use of an arm regardless, by a
Wehrmacht sniper's bullet. Once patched up and rehabilitated, he returned to service in Europe and saw out the war in the push into Germany. Then he came home, made himself as whole as he could in the embrace of family, turned to his legal career, and in time went into politics. The rest you know,
especially the version in a certain alternate world where Ed Muskie sat George McGovern down one day in the early summer of 1972 and said, more or less, "George, you know how you want a running mate who's a pillar of rectitude but also tied strongly to Catholic voters, urban political machines, and the unions? Well...."
So today we ought to take a moment and recognize the effort and sacrifice and sheer hardy boundless goodwill of one of my very favorite McGoverners. Never in his life would Phil have called D-Day a happy anniversary. But he would always and without question have called it a necessary one.
At this point also, so soon after Memorial Day too, I want to raise a salient point that relates to the upcoming chapter that is, as the record industry would've said in 2016, finna drop. George McGovern piloted B-24s on bombing missions over central and eastern Europe. Phil Hart's war I have sketched above. Secretary of State Sarge Shriver spent his war on the great battleship USS
South Dakota, was wounded in the fighting around Guadalcanal, and participated in several later, major fleet actions. Secretary of Defense Cy Vance was a gunnery officer aboard a destroyer in the island-hopping campaigns out that way also. DepSec at the DoD Townsend "Tim" Hoopes was a Marine lieutenant under fire on Okinawa. National security adviser Paul Warnke played cat-and-mouse with U-boats as a Coast Guardsman on the Atlantic convoys. Director of Central Intelligence Pete McCloskey won the Navy Cross as a young Marine officer in combat in Korea, and was a Marine Corps Reserve colonel in intelligence during the early stages in Vietnam. Admiral Noel Gayler (pronounced GUY-ler), who we'll get to know in the coming chap, won no less than
three Navy Crosses in the space of six months as a carrier fighter jock in the South Pacific during the big war. Ken Galbraith never wore the uniform but knew total war quite well as FDR's boss of the Office of Price Administration, and as the Kennedy administration's senior liaison to Nehru during the Sino-Indian war in the early Sixties. For an administration hounded, tarred, and denounced by the American right as a den of limp-wristed pinko hippie-loving surrender monkeys, the senior McGoverners in the national-security business had seen an awful lot of the elephant.