As we approach Memorial Day I am always reminded of our men in uniform and how cavalier we tend to be about the potential sacrifice they face everyday. I think back to the tales my father and grandfather shared with me about their experiences in WWII. I was always fascinated by their differing perspectives: my father joined the Navy at 17 and served aboard a submarine in the Pacific and my grandfather was a Colonel in the Air Force. As different as their military service was they shared the common bond of having lost men they knew and served with; as a young boy I didn’t really understand the significance of this sacrifice.
In the many years since, I have often wondered if we as a society truly understand the sacrifice we expect of our men at arms and what Memorial Day signifies. I know for myself, that as a young man I had the good fortune to read a speech by Gen. Douglas MacArthur addressed to the West Point cadets in 1962. I still marvel at the impact his words had on me and how they seemed to bring a substance and gravity to the memories of my father and grandfather. I imagined I could hear these words echoing as he spoke: “…It is the story of the American man at arms… His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast… I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light…”
It is impossible to read these timeless words and not take a moment to reflect on those who have laid down their lives for this country and the ideals we hold dear. Whether it be 200+ years ago in a war for self determination or yesterday in the streets of Baghdad it is incumbent upon us to honor the sacrifice of our fallen. I recall the words of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. when he said, “But as surely as this day comes round we are in the presence of the dead...where the ghosts sit at table more numerous than the living, and on this day when we decorate their graves--the dead come back and live with us.”
As we gather together for that afternoon BBQ, the morning round of golf, or whatever activity we may have planned for that “end of spring extra day off from work” let us take even just a brief moment to honor and remember those who embraced “Duty, Honor, Country” as more than just a hollow slogan.
Best regards,
RIBU
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