This Fourth of July 2009
July 3, 2009 | Founders, General
The cold winter lay all around him as he stirred in the early morning light. His feet seemed numb, and the bitterness of the night made it particularly difficult to rise from the sitting position in which he found himself.
Flintlock in hand he headed for the nearest fire. Food was scarce, clothes were torn and tattered, and the war for Independence appeared untenable. With just a few round lead balls in his pouch he would face down the well-armed Red Coats. In a volley against a superior force he would fall, another casualty of the war for Freedom, and an idea that would blaze across history for millions to garner some hope.
His remains now rest in a cemetery, one of many who were long ago forgotten by most of today’s Americans. He along with thousands of others made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, his family, and his country. I may not know his name, but he went before me, and I will never dishonor his memory.
In this short life that I have lived I have been many things. I was a husband, I am father, I have been a success, and I have been a failure. I tried my best, but at times I let fall the precious moments of life by the wayside. I have loved hard, but too many times I forgot to say I love you.
I have stood alone thinking that only the province of a Higher Being would see me through. I have stood in the company of good men, comforted by the spirit of comradery. I have seen evil in the faces of men I thought to be my fellow countrymen, and I have witnessed the cruelty of their actions for what seemed to be no more than the acquisition of some pretended power.
I have cherished the memory of the twists and turns in this life because they were lessons to be learned. Through all the deeds, and misdeeds, the joy, and the heartache, it was not necessary to continue down that particular path for it was a moment that would pass, and all that would be left was a memory of what might have been.
I am a veteran standing in the shadow of those men, and women, whose bravery I could only hope to emulate on some small scale. So here I stand with just a few words to spread the spirit that in the course of life some must sacrifice, some must charge ahead, and some must sound the alarm.
There will be injustice in this world until the day that humanity finds its way to a higher level of mind. Some will rise to meet the challenge and others will skulk in the shadows, waiting for the moment when they can feast on the dead carcass of the casualties of our indiscretions, and ignorance.
Among those who choose to live their life as if it has a purpose are those who have taken an oath, not only to their country, but also to the God above. Some Forty Years ago I took that oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. As the oath goes, I took it freely, without obligation, or any mental reservations. I attempt in my actions to maintain that oath.
Sometime back when my youngest son decided that his service should go beyond the normal term, and beyond the simple function, I thought it appropriate to give a gift in which I would tell him of my thoughts on his contribution to this nation.
With the gift I wrote, and included these few words so that he would recall, as time passes, what he has done.
Remember that the enemies of freedom are all around.
Remember that you have assumed the greatest responsibility called for by the Constitution.
Remember that good men have gone before you, and laid down their lives to continue this great experiment.
Remember to uphold your oath to defend, and protect the Constitution of the United States until the Good Lord relieves you of that duty.
With those few words I hoped that I had expressed my approval of his commitment to duty, and to the fact that I try to live my life by those principles. If we don’t who will do it? If we fail to recognize that the oath is a sacred act upon which this nation may live, or die, then there is nothing left for us to ponder.
While I can only stand in awe of the men who founded this nation, I can for a time think that in the text of these short missives I compose, that I will send a message. For as the words so easily adapt themselves to paper upon which I sound the alarm for freedom, I am not lost to the fact that there have been years of waste, and the time grows short to right the wrongs that have befallen all of us.
Time is short as we go forward with a government more inclined to the destruction of this nation than has been the most vicious attacks of the likes of the Huns upon the poor and unarmed people that stood in the way of conquest.
Men and women who have taken an oath to protect and defend the Constitution are less likely to abide that oath than the most violent criminals to take a new course in life. The men and women who continually appear on the ballots, no matter what acts of horror they commit, are what we pay for, and as the saying goes, “You get what you pay for.” And our penchant for cheap goods reflects in our selections in the voting booth.
The struggle will continue as long as I draw breath, but I am doubtful of the future. Will there be those in the next generation so inclined to take up the pen, or for that matter the sword in the defense of liberty?
This Fourth of July, I will wonder, and ask questions about what course I will take? I will wonder about a life whose time has been spent in ignorance, feeble desires, fear, loath, and a host of other human foibles that once hindered the meaning for which I now so fervently quest.
And this Fourth of July, as I have done in the past, I will seek the guidance of those who have left us. Ask that they sit upon our shoulder guiding with silent nudges, and providing us the inspiration to go on.
And this Fourth of July I will pray on bended knee, that we will listen, and hear the silent whispers of our Forefathers.
‘Nick’

