Memorial Day 2015

Don’t thank me for my service. Today is not our, the living’s, day.

And don’t wish me a “happy” Memorial Day. Today is not a celebration, it is a solemn remembrance of those who should be sitting in the empty chair. But it is only held in reverence by the few who understand. The rest enjoy barbecues and allow their children to have a fun-filled day off from school, blissfully ignorant of the reason why. Don’t want to harm their precious psyches after all. It’s traumatizing to know the ugly truth; there is evil in the world, and the cost of confronting it is steep.

But they needn’t worry, that price will be paid by others. All so that they, still living in the blissful utopia of ignorance, can buy half priced mattresses and televisions at “Holiday Celebration Sales Events”.

And still not to worry, the volume on those TV’s on display will be muted. They won’t need to hear what few reports there are about the barbaric savages who behead and crucify those who, just a few short years ago, we sacrificed so much for. American lives given in the effort to allow them a chance at the peace that our sheep take for granted. Now that chance at peace and liberty has been turned into a nightmare of beheadings, rape, slavery, crucifixions, and mass murder.

No, they needn’t have their celebrations blemished by news that Ramadi, a city whose streets are stained with American and free Iraqi blood, has fallen to daesh. The sound of that burger sizzling on the grill should be enough to stifle the screams of the 700 entire families; men, women and children, who were last week executed for no reason other than that they wanted peace and freedom. And were naive enough to believe that the sacrifice of our fallen would be honored by their successors.

Enjoy that burger people, it was expensive. But no worries, someone else paid for it.

We go to war to confront the evil which threatens not only us, but the entire world. Not because it is the easy thing, it never is, but because it is the right thing. And because more often than not we are the only ones who can. Even more so, the only ones who will. Now, rather than make the hard right choice, we make the easy wrong one and allow evil to rampage unchecked. We sit silently in our moral cowardice and watch our Iraqi allies, prematurely abandoned and betrayed, falter, fall and die.

Those who have been there, and those who understand, watch as all that was gained with our warriors’ blood is deliberately thrown away and given over to our enemies.

And we pray that those whose sacrifice is being wasted will forgive us.

Lately Princess Walnut has been going through a bit of a hero worship phase with me. For example she asked me if tattoos hurt, and I said that no, they didn’t, to which she replied “Well they don’t hurt you, you’re a Marine”. Things like that. Well yesterday I was opening a pull tab on a soda can and for some unknown reason it popped in my hand and the tab flew up with enough force to almost break the skin on my palm. I let loose a mild epithet which caught her attention and she asked what happened. I told her the can had popped, and that it had scared the Hell out of me. She looked at me and said “It scared YOU? No, that’s not good, you don’t get scared”. I corrected myself and said that it startled me, and she said that was better, if I was scared then things were bad.

Sweetie, I AM scared. I’m scared of what the future holds, and scared that we are no longer living lives worthy of the sacrifice of over 1.5 million brave Americans. Once it could be said that 200 years of sacrifice was worth it.

Now, I’m not so sure.

And I am scared.

12 comments

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    Brudda Crunch said:

    I AM scared. I’m scared of what the future holds, and scared that we are no longer living lives worthy of the sacrifice of over 1.5 million brave Americans. Once it could be said that 200 years of sacrifice was worth it.

    Now, I’m not so sure.

    And I am scared.

    I am the proud owner of a little piece of this great nation, it is well maintained, has an illuminated American flag that flies every day and night. It is mine, yes bought and paid for with my hard work and money, but part of a larger entity known as America that has been paid for in something greater and more valuable than all the gold in Fort Knox……the blood of patriots far braver than me, and better Americans than I can ever hope to be. On my little piece of this bought and paid for nation I don’t forget, one look at my bookshelves and the pictures hanging on our walls will hold testament to that. I read the history of this country almost daily, I look at pictures on the walls of heroes past, patriots like Washington and Jefferson and Grant and Lincoln and patriots far more common and anonymous but just as glorious and self sacrificing. I am reminded every day of who built this country, and I don’t forget to give thanks to my Creator every morning for the privilege of being born in this country. On my little acre of America, we hold the flag sacred and we hold the rights conferred on us by the Constitution and the sacrifice of our heroes as sacred….not to be taken away from some over-reaching bureaucrat or marxist politician.

    I take comfort knowing that my little acre of America is not an island, but one link in a chain….a strong chain……but a chain that can be made very fragile by the weakening of a single link. Abraham Lincoln said it best when he said

    “A house divided against itself cannot stand”….

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    he followed that line up with this one

    “I do not expect the house to fall — but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other.”

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    The only question then is, what will it become? do we as links in the chain tighten it up and make it taut against the forces that seek to weaken it? To answer that, I don’t see the chain weakening, but I see it getting stronger, slowly but surely. The ones that want to divide this country and make us slaves to a bloated big brother government are becoming increasingly isolated, penned up in the big cities and geographic areas like the Eastern Seaboard and West coast. They are the islands, not those of us who own our little pieces of America….we OWN it, piece by little piece by parcel by township by farm by country…..it is ours, we must remain strong and hence, I am not afraid.

    Crunch, I am grateful. I am grateful for those who served when I didn’t, but today I remember and honor men like my Uncle Fred who served with the US Army in World War 2 fighting through North Africa and receiving a shrapnel wound to the head in Italy that sent him home. He carried that shrapnel in his head until March of this year when he passed away at the age of 94.

    I remember and honor Lance Corporal Shane Swanberg who graduated from the high school where I taught and deployed to Iraq in 2004, and was KIA in Ramadi. I remember and honor Lance Corporal Nathan Wood who also graduated from that same high school and was KIA in Iraq. The only thing I fear is that their sacrifice might all be in vain, that the quality and strength and honor of those two young men will have been mis-spent by an irresponsible, uncaring, cowardly commander in chief who cares nothing about the blood of heroes that is the mortar of the foundation of this God blessed country. That is the only thing I fear.

    God bless you all, and God bless this great nation and all who serve and defend her. Be resolute, not afraid

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    Emperor Misha I growls and barks:

    Well spoke, brother.

    I fear too. Not for me, for this great country will either survive or I’ll die with it, but for our children, who will inherit this mess.

    And I fear the Judgment of my G-d and of my brothers and sisters who passed on too soon, fear the reproach in their eyes and the question “so what did you do to stop it?”, for I know that I didn’t do enough.

    I did what I could, or so I thought, but if that turns out to not have been enough, then what? “I did what I could” isn’t exactly the most impressive of statements.

    So I’ll continue to do what I can, stubborn and resolute, and pray all along that it turns out that it will be enough, for rows upon rows of honored dead in Heaven deserve nothing less.

  3. 3
    LC Xystus growls and barks:

    Now, rather than make the hard right choice, we make the easy wrong one and allow evil to rampage unchecked. We sit silently in our moral cowardice and watch our Iraqi allies, prematurely abandoned and betrayed, falter, fall and die.

    Those who have been there, and those who understand, watch as all that was gained with our warriors’ blood is deliberately thrown away and given over to our enemies.

    “You didn’t [un]build that!” Our Saboteur In Chief can take full credit, & so I say all that blood is on his head, not ours. Since the Cowardly Elephant won’t act, maybe our armed forces will yet intervene to save the constitution.

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    Retired Spook growls and barks:

    I’m about to head down to the creek behind the house, with a drink (or three) and lift a glass to the memory of absent companions. I’ll remember to thank them for giving me a creek to sit beside, and wish they were here.

    The allergies will act up. They always do.

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    Emperor Misha I growls and barks:

    Retired Spook says:

    I’m about to head down to the creek behind the house, with a drink (or three) and lift a glass to the memory of absent companions. I’ll remember to thank them for giving me a creek to sit beside, and wish they were here.

    The allergies will act up. They always do.

    Me too. Damn allergies. This is one holiday I always volunteer to work on, because if I didn’t, I’d get myself in trouble.

  6. 6

    To all those fallen I raised several toasts, and sometimes during them wondered why. It was a pretty good run? In the words of the greatest leader of MY time, “It ain’t over til the fat lady sings”. Yesterday was a day for serious reflection and reverie, inspiration if you will. And wondering on the why of this discussion of the enemy, foreign or domestic, in our government. The realization that their programming has made the OATH near meaningless in the minds of those sworn to abide by it. But there are still some, I pray many, that are merely awaiting the call.

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    Yasherka growls and barks:

    If I may:

    Raise a glass in remembrance of my friend CW2 George Swartzendruber.

    We both graduated flight school in 1989, he tracked Black Hawks and I went into the Cobra community. We both flew in Desert Storm. He was shot down on Feb 27, 1991 and died of wounds 2 days shy of his 25th birthday.

    Rest in peace my friend.

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    LC SecondMouse growls and barks:

    Crunchie,

    I imagine your sentiments are echoing across this land still, as Memorial Day is left behind. I lost a cousin to Operation Enduring Freedom when he was killed by a sniper in Baghdad. The callous manner with which the usurper in the White House has deliberately conceded Iraq to ISIS and mooted his and others sacrifices has my blood boiling.

    I like to believe two things which give me hope. One is that the number of people like you and the others on this site are greater as a fraction of the population than we currently believe. I look forward to the day when we discover the extent of our legions and can all realize the power we hold together as the citizens who will not permit this nation to fall into shadow.

    The second is that the mayhem that is resulting from the headlong rush to collectivism is reaching the point where even the people that have difficulty understanding these things are beginning to take notice. Half of all households on some form of assistance. Record numbers of working age people not in the workforce. Inner city thugs on the rampage in progressive cities. Conservative states providing all the job growth. ObamaCare failing everywhere while destroying jobs. Daily revelations of new crimes by the Clintons. Sooner or later something has to give. Despite setbacks orchestrated by RINO traitors Like Boehner and McConnell since then, I was and still am encouraged by the conservative strength of the midterms last fall, and hope that it reflects an awakening among those who are capable of realizing that their lives are being made worse, not better, by the evil choices of this administration.

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    LC Guy S growls and barks:

    I fear too. Not for me, for this great country will either survive or I’ll die with it, but for our children, who will inherit this mess.

    Same here Misha. But I don’t think, for the most part, those who preceded us to Fiddler’s Green (most likely where I am headed….not even close enough to being good enough for Heaven, and I refuse to go to anywhere that would immediately allow me to be “a member” ie; Hell)…..anyhow, I would be willing to bet most of the folks here have, or are in the process off, taking whatever measures they can to offset the onslaught of stupidity brought on by our government (it is no longer, and hasn’t been for some time, just the libtards, the spineless party is in lockstep too), and with the ever increasing danger from other enemies from without and within.

    Rather, no one wants to be the one who gets us into either another civil war or Revolution v. 2.0. Because we all know, or have a very good idea as to what it is going to cost in terms of blood sweat and tears. The number of folks who will fall either in direct action against “teh stupid” or due to by-products of said conflict (friendly fire, police state gone wild, various groups and individuals taking advantage of the breakdown of our civilization, perhaps even massive sickness due to various bio/chem or even G-d forbid, nuclear fallout. (No, the Gov would never resort to such tactics….if they think they are finding themselves in a losing situation…or one of their folks “goes rogue’…wanna bet it isn’t at least on the table…the potential loss of power can make em do things.)

    To be the one who puts this in motion, or is part of the group who does so….that is a lot of …well, it would take some pretty broad shoulders, and an extremely strong constitution.

    The day may come that this happens…but I am beginning to think barring some major miscalculation on the Progressive side of the house, we are far more likely to go out with a whimper, than with a bang.

    And in some ways, that saddens me even more than what is currently happening in this country …and what we are leaving our children and grandchildren.

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    LC Xystus growls and barks:

    LC Guy S

    To be the one who puts this in motion, or is part of the group who does so….that is a lot of …well, it would take some pretty broad shoulders, and an extremely strong constitution.

    The day may come that this happens…but I am beginning to think barring some major miscalculation on the Progressive side of the house, we are far more likely to go out with a whimper, than with a bang.

    I’d rather start it than lose that way. My shoulders are pretty broad! 🙂

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    LC Guy S growls and barks:

    LC Xystus, yeah…if it comes to it before I am taking a dirt nap, I have to agree with you. I think even “going out with a whimper” is going to be at least a tad messy in a few spots. Just that there will not be enough out there to get the job done (and or an insufficient amount of organization/CandC).

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    LC Jackboot IC/A growls and barks:

    I think I’m with the pack here for the most part. I’m scared too for my own progeny and this great experiment called America. G-d willing we’ll get this all settled before they must take our place on the ramparts.

    How true do the word of Old Ben ring so very true today..almost as he could see into the future.

    We have been assured, sir, in the sacred writings, that ‘except the Lord build the house they labor in vain that build it.’ I firmly believe this; and I also believe that without His concurring aid we shall succeed in this political building no better than the builders of Babel; we shall be divided by our little partial, local interests, our projects will be confounded and we ourselves shall become a reproach and a byword down to future ages. And, what is worse, mankind may hereafter, from this unfortunate instance, despair of establishing government by human wisdom and leave it to chance, war, or conquest.” (Benjamin Franklin)