A friend who was witness to tornado devastation in her community prompted me to share with you some thoughts.
I am minded that no matter what our bumps and bruises, shames and outrages under the regime, they pale in comparison to what our military and their families go through daily and every moment. I do wish all of my adored Unified Patriots a time that will refresh them and strengthen them. United we stand, and there are no people I’d rather share a website with, or a planet, for that matter.
We surely have our moments of heat and indecision. But here we all are, like bricks and mortar, as was said in Perry Whiteâ€™s first missive to our community. To the last man or woman, as long as we have breath, we know wherefore we fight and what it takes to win.
Some notes on our common humanity:
We have many traditions and legacies. One that comes to mind this day is the universal habit of burial and subsequent honoring of the dead. Today I read that:
Neanderthals were formidable hunters, and are the first people known to have buried their dead, with the oldest known burial site being about 100,000 years old. [These sites] are found throughout Europe and the Middle East.
Our humanity from earliest time is evidenced in many ways. Paul Monk in “Mapping the Future of Argument” wrote that:
Argument mapping, rooted in metaphor, like the first body decorations and cave paintings, the first pictograms and the first poems, is another extraordinary creative leap of the Big Brain.
Perhaps interestingly to our denizens of the tattoo parlor, I find that: â€œThe First Art Was Body Art.â€
â€¦we find these 160,000-year-old, four times as old as Europe, implements of ochre that are clearly pencils, so people were decorating one another and themselves and probably mostly each other, because they didnâ€™t have mirrors, so they were probably decorating one another and this was [ ] in a broad sense like when you look at nonhuman primates that groom one another. Itâ€™s a way of developing and establishing social contact and social consecutiveness and cohesiveness, so the earliest art really goes back to Southern Africa. We findâ€¦ A little bit later we find pierced shells in the Serengeti. We find them in North Africa. We find them in the Middle East, so Europe wasnâ€™t really the place where the creative explosion happened. It came along with us into Europe and developed over time to the point where you have the first impressionists 25,000 years ago.
Archaeology and paleoanthropology aside, Iâ€™ll get to the point, now. (Finally! You are no doubt saying. Let us not get sidetracked into the labyrinth of artifacts and conjecture, when truths and transcendence are what make us exceptional.)
A woman born in about 1954, who likely had known of many men who returned (and some who never did return) from WWII and even WWI, wrote this anonymously when she was 12 years old, h/t Bob Baxter’s Bomber-Command.info.
Who Are These Men?
Who are these men who march so proud,
Who quietly weep, eyes closed, head bowed?
These are the men who once were boys,
Who missed out on youth and all it’s joys.
Who are these men with aged faces,
Who silently count the empty spaces?
These are the men who gave their all,
Who fought for their country for freedom for all.
Who are these men with sorrowful look
Who can still remember the lives that were took?
These are the men who saw young men die,
The price of peace is always high.
Who are these men who in the midst of pain,
Whispered comfort to those they would not see again?
These are the men whose hands held tomorrow,
Who brought back our future with blood tears and sorrow.
Who are these men who promise to keep
Alive in their hearts the ones God holds asleep?
These are the men to whom I promise again:
‘Veterans’,my friends-I will remember them!
We have been told over and over by veterans that soldiers do not fight for freedom or for their country at the most basic gut level. They fight for the man on their left and the man on their right. As Bernard Chumm reminds us, and as immortalized by Ernie Pyleâ€™s column, in the case of Capt. Waskow, they also fight for their most respected commanders.
â€œWhere do we get these menâ€ can only be answered by each of us individually. For those of the youngest generations, this answer will become increasingly more important as the living memory of the world wars is inexorably extinguished with time. However, the Lord provides and there are many millions of keepers of the flame, and our little corner of cyberspace is evidence of it. Please take the injunction–rest well, peace and grace–to heart. There are dark days ahead and by these remembrances we share, we wish you the heart and the will to carry on.
Here in America now, our lives have become easier and therefore we have allowed ourselves to chase shibboleths like cult worship and Earth idolatry. That way lies vanity, and to insidious decay and worse, tyranny. A tyranny worse than tornadic or economic devastation alone. We will not go there, I firmly believe. We still retain the remnant of our civil society and remain focused on what it takes to restore it fully.
Have we ceased to care about â€œthe other,â€ those outside ourselves, our own immediate circle, our own tribe, city, state, or nation? Each must answer this; but what matters is what we do to make things right. Our humanity and our faith together call us to do no less.
Our community, those of whom I can say from long association and some of shorter association, as a group, are creative, are opinionated, are grounded on a bedrock of principle and faith in our nationâ€™s founding, and arenâ€™t about to allow the vapid preachings of a â€œskinny little freak,â€ per ColdWarrior, to lead our nation further astray from its glorious underpinnings. We watch, learn, grow and most importantly we organize so that together we may be worthy, as was Captain Waskow.
Inspiration, that â€œfire in the belly,â€ isnâ€™t really for a single candidate, or even for a single election cycle. No, it is the fire in the belly that overwhelms us when we look into a childâ€™s eye, memorialize our fallen, remember the generations that came before us in the person of a grandparent or parent. Passing the baton links us to the deep past and the distant future. We know each other because we know ourselves, and we will not be parted nor will we be dispirited.
This, too, shall pass: meaning, that the powerful forces gathered by our enemies shall not always rule. And the Bible teaches us that all life is fleeting. It is up to us to make of it what we will.
Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. Psalm 39:5.
Survival instinct provided by our creator to even the lowliest of his creatures, i.e., â€œIâ€™ve got mine, so why bother myself about anyone elseâ€™s miseryâ€ is not a successful long-term strategy. That way lies bestiality (the condition or status of a lower animal.) Rather, I love the example of Ruth:
And Ruth said, Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God:
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the LORD do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me. Ruth: 16-17.
The golden rule, do unto others as you would have others do unto you, must be reconciled with the ancient code of justice, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. This people and this nation have found the way to do this reconciliation. Let us restore that ability through carrying out our intentions.