Memorial Day

Ronald Reagan reminded us,

“We didn’t pass (freedom) to our children in the bloodstream~It must be fought for, protected & handed on for them to do the same”

Liberty is a stewardship, a sacred birthright from our ancestors. We are obliged to nurture and; protect it and; pass it intact to our posterity.  Should this generation of Americans allow ease, ignorance, fear or ANYTHING to rob our posterity of the freedoms our ancestors sacrificed so much to pass on to us, we will deserve the scorn of the ages we will receive.

Memorial Day is a time to pause and reflect on the liberty that gives us life.  A time to give thanks for our liberty and express our gratitude to those who have personally sacrificed so much to win it and protect and preserve it for us.

Mohandas Gandhi Observed:

“Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living?”

How does one place a value on liberty?  I suppose one way that would win the approval of those who determine Generally Accepted Accounting Principles (GAAP) would be to total up the cost.  What has been been spent to acquire and maintain our freedoms to date?

As I contemplate this, my mind rebels at the concept.  The value of the blood that has been spilled in the wars and conflicts since colonial times alone is beyond all comprehension. Add to that the lives that have been muted by grievous physical and mental injuries, the lifetimes of opportunities and happiness that were laid upon the altar of our freedoms.  Think of the mothers and wives that sent their sons and husbands off to war and the overwhelming hardships they must have faced as they struggled to keep the home fires burning, the children fed,clothed and educated and the wartime economy going without the help and support of their partner.  What about the lonely, tear filled nights and barren, exhausting, fright filled days?  Imagine the children who spent fearful months, even years praying for daddy to return, and those who never saw their father again.

Think of the “wretched refuse” of foreign shores, the human beings in whom the hunger for freedom became so fierce that they were willing to leave all that was familiar, all those that they loved, and trade it for the great unknown as they crossed rivers and oceans and risked their very lives to reach this land of hope and freedom.  If you live here, in the USA, you or someone somewhere in your ancestral past summoned the courage to sacrifice the known and take up the hardships and risks of the journey into the unknown for the hope of freedom for themselves and their posterity (that would be you).

Our country’s greatest danger is the complacency of us, its citizens.  We are lost when we begin to take our freedoms for granted.  This:

  • Allows us to believe lying politicians even after they have proven over and over that they cannot be trusted
  • Causes us to vote based on sound bytes and empty promises that confirm what what we wish to be true
  • Anesthetizes our sense of danger so that we fail to recognize erosion of our liberties
  • Prevents our recognition of seemingly justified growth in government power as preparation and positioning by scheming, power drunk politicians to ultimately relieve us of our freedoms
  • instills us with a false sense of security and well being.   Like the proverbial frog-in-a-pot we enjoy the pleasant water until it is too late and we are frog soup

It is our prayer this Memorial Day, that every American will contemplate our priceless freedom and the unfathomable sacrifices of our fore bearers that make it possible.  That we will treasure our liberties and refuse to take them for granted.  That we will employ a healthy skepticism of all who would lead us and show zero tolerance for government increasing its power over our lives.

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The Harlot Of The Harbor

by Ray on May 22, 2009 · 9 comments

in War

We could wander, perhaps whistling, past graveyards all over the globe this Memorial Day— in Vietnam; in Europe: France, Italy, England, Belgium; in the Pacific:  Hawaii, Guam, the Philippines; in the Middle East: Iraq, Afghanistan; and in the U.S.: Concord, Valley Forge, Arlington, and so many more. We might pause to ponder the enormity of the sacrifice attached to each one of those ever-so-neatly arranged little white crosses. Row upon row ––– an endless stream of very still, very young Americans. Children who never had the chance to be remembered for their special talents or their craft, or even for their loves and foibles. Special talents and abilities, loves and lovers, follies and foibles – –all those “might have beens” – – were entombed with their young bodies. They sacrificed their all to protect the freedom they’d been raised to hold dear. The very freedom about which we, the living, often so glibly speak, but so seldom actually comprehend.

As we tiptoe by, a chorus of bewildered voices may well up from that hallowed earth to plaintively ask, “Is this what it was all for?” “Is this that for which I laid down the only life I’ve ever had or ever will have? Tell me – - how goes it with my ‘Land of the Free?’ Does the flag I vowed to protect still fly head and shoulders above all others? Does my country remain the Hope of the world? Tell me, please! Though I’ve lost touch, I feel an unease in the land.”

While kindness pleads for a place in my response, a sense of duty and an allegiance to forthrightness ultimately commands the day.

“Although I’ve no desire to alarm you . . . I must report that that very selfsame ‘unease’ of which you speak, is running rampant throughout the land. There’ve been some changes.

The Grand Lady in the harbor –– you know, the one that symbolized that which was best about America? Her once proud head is now bowed in sorrow. She thinks her vision impaired, for she sees less of the familiar landscape that once was  her purview. Rubble stands where once there was life. Yet the leader of the land frolics about, vapidly apologizing to the world for the collective ‘sin’ of our refusal as a nation to allow such transgressions to go unpunished!

Would he transform her into the Harlot of the Harbor? ‘Arrogant’, he calls us! Was it ‘arrogance’, I ask, that provided you your wee slice of eternal foreign real estate? I think not. ‘Twas the currency of your blood that financed the current crop of Freedom – – not just in America, but throughout the world. That is one American currency which must never be devalued”

“Surely you jest!”, say they who’ve given their best. “Change for the sake of change has no value. Has he forgotten our address? Have you all forgotten? The only reason we provide sustenance to French flowers, rather than to the daisies of our mothers’ liking, is our love of that which is quintessentially American: freedom. Given a choice, we’d rest a bit closer to home. But we make no apologies for our addiction to air that is free, to governess that empowers rather than enslaves. We coddle not our enemies. We curry not the favor of the world at the expense of our principles. ‘Don’t tread on me!’ is a way of life, not just an historic slogan!”

Cowed by their vigor, somewhat abashed, I meekly say, “Sorry – - – I guess I let it happen.”

“We ask but one favor….”, say they. “Spread the word: Freedom is never free.”

In solemn and loving memory of those who have provided me my freedom, I spread their word.

7,992 Young Patriots Far From Home

7,992 Young Patriots Far From Home