Duty, Honor and Commitment

“Duty then is the sublimest word in the English language. You should do your duty in all things. You can never do more, you should never wish to do less.”                                        Robert E Lee

Perhaps, Serving in the military myself has helped me to understand a little of the struggle that every defender of our ‘nations rights’ goes through. The vast majority of us do not wake up one morning and say, “Today, I willingly take another souls life.” It goes against the grain of all decency and morality. But, we took an oath to defend, protect and serve the people. A pledge that we would honor our duty even though it conflicts with our personal beliefs. Today, more than others, I am reminded that we must draw from the well of compassion for those who were so tormented by the choice between duty and personal philosophy.

It is the anniversary of the birth of Robert E Lee (January 19, 1807 to October 12, 1870) and we celebrate the symbol of individual commitment to duty over all else during a time of great strife in our American history. Thousands of men, young and old, had to make that choice during those years of the civil war and millions of men and women in the years that followed, So, as we celebrate Robert E. Lee Day, we are not just honoring his sense of duty, but those millions of unheard voices that faced equal moral turmoil.

In a letter from Robert E Lee to George Washington Custis in January, 1861 Lee writes, …As an American citizen, I take great pride in my country, her prosperity and institutions, and would defend any State if her rights were invaded. But I can anticipate no greater calamity for the country than a dissolution of the Union. It would be an accumulation of all the evils we complain of, and I am willing to sacrifice everything but honor for its preservation. I hope, therefore, that all constitutional means will be exhausted before there is a resort to force. Secession is nothing but revolution. The framers of our Constitution never exhausted so much labor, wisdom, and forbearance in its formation, and surrounded it with so many guards and securities, if it was intended to be broken by every member of the Confederacy at will. It was intended for “perpetual union,” so expressed in the preamble, and for the establishment of a government, not a compact, which can only be dissolved by revolution, or the consent of all the people in convention assembled.

It’s easy to stand at our pulpit and look back upon our past and condemn people for the choices they made. But we should not be too quick to judge. How would you react today, if  faced with the choice of defending your state or defending your country? Even though that might mean defending your country against your brother.

 

 

 

 

 

Revolution?

To see America in this place makes me weep

When the only hope we have to spread our message

Maybe to take up our arms and march through the street

In an attempt to save ourselves from the wreckage

They regulate all our thoughts and actions freely

As they sell us diet colas and empty hope

They can sell us our leaders just as easily

When we traded religion for their plug-in trope

I want to see those men hidden in the shadows

Pushing the buttons destroying our resistance

Bring them forward to face me in the light and show

Why a corrupt government deserves existence

Step forward all true American loyalists

Take back the land of the free; the home of the brave

Perhaps this might be the only chance we will get

Will it be liberty or a walk to the grave?

Decisions

Should I go on down to Main street

Where the season fills the night

Press my nose against the glass

And longingly stare at the sight

Of things in the stores

I can no longer afford to enter

 

Or rush on back home

Cock my guns and bolt my locks

Tuck my life away

Inside my wooden box

And wonder if I can

Survive the nuclear winter

He Shall Return

My king is gone and my heart quakes at his memory. Men have forgotten what it was to have him in their depths. We are stone and no longer feel our hearts beating in our breasts. There is no one we could call to be a leader of men. Without guidance we are little more than animals. We squabble and fight; turning on our brothers because they do not have the same veneer. We kill each other for scraps of nothing. We are consumed by hate and blackness. The true courage of men has failed.

But hear me all you Heaven and Earth. Rejoice… for as long as there is but one left that keeps kindness in his heart, he will come again. His return will begin in the small deeds of man… in forgotten things and insignificant actions. Kindness will spark the kindling of Love and it will spread like wildfire through the souls of men.

There are No Atheists in Foxholes

“It isn’t the battle that scares you the most. There’s no time to think about death. It’s the quiet times before the fight that makes you shiver. That’s when you think about Heaven and Hell and second guess if you’ve made the right decisions in life. Even those who claim there is no God will still pray.”

An unnamed soldier

78th Engineer Battalion

1975