July 1, 2014 | General
Just one month ago we remembered the Seventieth anniversary of the invasion that took place on the shores and cliffs of Normandy, France.
“At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, 225 Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs. *** Two hundred and twenty-five came here. After 2 days of fighting, only 90 could still bear arms.” – From Ronald Regan’s commemorative speech at Pointe du Hoc, France.
On that day the men of the allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy where they made their mark in history. Regardless of what the causes, the circumstance, the conspiracies, and whatever it takes to place us into a war, young men shed their blood, some never made it back to the loved ones they left behind. Others were left with the most indelible of wounds that would haunt their mind and body for the rest of their lives.
They were brave men who went before me, and served their country with honor. They believed in the cause despite what history may uncover, or the horror that has come after them. Nevertheless they did what they felt was the right thing to do.
I am not ashamed of my service to my country because today we have created an empire that sucks the very life force from this world. I am not ashamed of the men who took up arms after 9/11 as they also believed it was the right thing to do.
In the heat of the moment when terror flashes across the spectrum of our lives, young men will rise to the occasion and the call of their nation. Those who volunteered to fight for their country saw burnt bodies, destruction, and horror placed right before their eyes. In their minds there was no other choice.
Most of us did not think that this was a planned event. All we saw was what was laid out on the radio, or the TV. And all we heard were the calls to action of the leaders of this nation.
No one wants to believe that those we select to represent our freedom and liberty would plan and execute such a heinous act. Whatever my belief is, or knowledge I may possess at this time, I can honestly say that I do not know precisely what happened on that day, nor do I know the full story of previous historical events, and all other events that have led us into conflict after conflict to this present moment.
I am weary of the sight of those being brought home in caskets, or on gurneys clinging to life. They are real people who will suffer the scourge of war for the rest of their lives, and whether it was for naught only the Universe will make that determination. It is not my place to do so for I am but a small man placed here at this particular moment to perform some task, for which I’ve been given no clear instruction.
While I may see the corruption, and terror that this nations policies incur, it is not always obvious to the wide-eyed kid down the block who wants to serve, and be counted among those of us who went before him. I will certainly never disparage the lot because the few conduct themselves in a manner that does not comport to honor. Those good soldiers went for a valid reason in their minds. They did not examine all the angles, the play-by-play, and analyze the words of those they trusted. They acted as they saw fit, and in a world where we are expected to trust and act accordingly, they did so in all good faith.
They did not sit at home behind a typewriter excoriating the deeds of others, and certainly not those who would offer to shed their blood.
They are not among those whose philosophy is do as I say, not as I do. “THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” – Thomas Paine
There are many among us today that consider themselves to be patriots. They screech to the Heavens that something is wrong. They present the evidence, but for the most part the masses will not listen. Words will only bring us so far in a conflict where the enemy has no intent to surrender, and certainly no motivation to do so. The enemy of freedom holds a monopoly of force, and does so with the knowledge that the “summer soldier and the sunshine patriot” make a fine living at doing nothing more than talking.
While the so-called patriot whines and shouts about this issue and that, the forces of evil grow stronger by the day. There may very well come a time when we’ve lost any hope of prevailing because we were all too willing to follow the whiners, and denounce the doers.
There is in the patriot (so-called) community, a desire to denounce those who’ve chosen to take up arms for what they thought was a just cause. There are those who will always support the veteran in not only words, but also actions. Few come to mind that will stand by the soldier without passing judgment on all for the crimes of a few.
If it were so easy to win the battle with words then we would have gained a victory long ago, and at each election the miscreant would be ousted, and another more promising representative would replace the incumbent. However, we stand at the edge of an abyss with little taking place except that we find more and more crimes, for which we will do nothing more than SCREAM.
I have no doubt in my mind that the tyrant operates under the old rub that “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but Words will never harm me”. And as panicky as the despot may proclaim that the info war is being lost, the bonds of tyranny are slowly but surely being cast.
This Fourth of July is the Seventieth since the Normandy invasion. In days past, the men and women who fought that war memorialized it by remembering their fallen friends, neighbors, and relatives. There was beer, hotdogs, and hamburgers, but men and women who would do it again if the need arose held them in firm hands.
They did not disparage others for their actions while they themselves dotted the I, and crossed the T so that a government agent would have nothing to lay claim upon.
They did not make specious claims about victories that never actually occurred. They did not celebrate the one who walked away, but rather lamented the 49 others who were forced to surrender.
They did not proclaim as a winning strategy the highlighting of the battle to their neighbor when their neighbor was already overrun.
Long before the invasion of Normandy, real men, Minute Men stood shoulder to shoulder against what may have seemed to be insurmountable odds. But those men, trained as “well regulated” Militia took their assault rifles to the Green, and had at it.
This Fourth of July let us remember that actions speak louder than words. That those who wrote the law expected the standard to be kept, no matter what the cost.