Do you remember the times when you would see
someone crossing a store parking lot, wearing one of those small, red poppies
traditionally distributed by war veterans and sometimes assisted by local JROTC
cadets for Memorial Day? It was a common sight during my youth and later
adolescent life, but over the years, the poppies seemed to disappear as we
Americans grew more nonchalant about combat deaths.
Memorial Day is the day we think of and honor the
men and women who fought in conflicts for our and other’s freedom. They were
people who wore the uniform of our nation and who were killed in the effort to
rid the world of the ills of tyranny, authoritarian governments, and Islamic
extremism.
To remember and honor the dead is an exquisite thought
and a noble goal, but the question I present to the reader is: Do we really
care? Has not America become blasé about almost everything? Do not too many
people take our privileges and liberties for granted and appear more willing to
negotiate them away? How do we explain to our war dead that we have taken their
sacrifice for granted?
When we have politicians, who are all too eager to
put themselves and their party first and thereby undermine the welfare of the
people and the Constitution, we have betrayed the trust of our war dead. When
we allow America to be invaded across our permeable borders, are we not betraying
the trust of our war dead? When we allow
politicians to cover-up the truth about an attack on the mission in Benghazi
are we not betraying the war dead? When politicians allow law enforcement and
municipalities to ignore federal immigration law, are we not betraying the
trust of our war dead?
It is this blogger’s opinion; many in America, to
include politicians and institutions have broken faith with our war dead. We
have, for the most part forgotten them, and they are not resting in peace.
Their deaths should haunt us forever.
Dare I cease this diatribe on conscience? I could
go on but choose to close with these hollowed words:
“Between the crosses, row on
row, That mark our place…We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn,
saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields...”