This Memorial Day, there is reason for hope, yet you don’t rest easily. How could you? The America for which you fought and died is in jeopardy. Half of the country is “The Resistance,” resisting the Constitution, the rule of law, everything you fought and died to preserve. As William Butler Yeats said:
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
While America has a Commander In Chief again, many in our government, and of course, virtually all of the news media, are doing all they can to destroy him that they may return to the glory years of Barack Obama and the fundamental transformation of America into a socialist worker’s paradise. Congressional Republicans seem far more concerned with retaining their perks and petty power than upholding their oaths to defend the Constitution. Their promises to voters? Not their first concern. Perhaps they now wish for nothing more than to have a hand in ruling the rubble.
For you, duty, honor and country were not mere mottos, but lived, every day, and uncommon valor was a common virtue. Our current “best and brightest” fear ideas and words that might be different than their own, and seek “safe spaces.” You willingly went to the hellholes of the Earth, places where no safety was to be found, and bore any burden to preserve liberty. They, those special, precious snowflakes, demand the world accommodate their infantile desires.
You understood how rare and precious being an American is. You lived patriotism, not the politically expedient patriotism thrown in the faces of Americans by corrupt politicians, but the patriotism that ever lives in the hearts of Americans. You know what it means to give the last full measure of devotion
that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
They give nothing, but take much.
And you, like me, fear your sacrifice might be in vain. You shudder with revulsion at men and women that deny the existence of evil and think America is what is wrong with the world. They revel in the bounty of America, and smugly sneer at those that honor your sacrifice, the flag, patriotism and all it means to be American.
Always in American history, when we have needed great men and women, we have found them. You were among them. When we needed not the coddled, addled, self-imagined elite, but the truly best and brightest, they have always donned the uniform and taken up arms in the defense of liberty, just as you did.
Will more step forward in the future? Will they sacrifice as you have sacrificed? Will they pledge their lives, fortunes and sacred honor to preserve the America you so fiercely loved?
I know they will. The sound you hear, the regular, echoing marching to the flag, is the sound of their feet, the sound of liberty. Even as vilely corrupt bureaucrats seek to preserve their life-long positions at the expense of veterans and honest, honorable Americans, young Americans answer the call, just as they have always answered the call.
The America for which you gave all of your tomorrows still lives. I am but one that remembers and honors you and America, but one of millions, tens, hundreds of millions, that can never forget you, because, we, like you, are Americans. On this Memorial Day, we pause to particularly remember as Robert Laurence Binyon wrote in 1914:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
God protect and comfort you, as you protected us, and give you peace. Rest easy. Let the sound of fellow Americans marching to answer our nation’s call lull you to sleep. The flag will always be taken up; good men and women will not allow evil to win. We remember: that’s what it is to be an American.