I've been spending more time listening to podcasts lately. It's a great way to enrich time otherwise spent in intellectual 'neutral', e.g., walking the dog, cooking, shopping, etc.--which is not to say that contemplative silence is a bad thing from time to time. Over the weekend, I went browsing for new ones (podcasts, that is) choosing among other things, to try a presidential address on the theory that much of what this particular president says and does is filtered through a media lens slanted invariably left when it is not made deliberately opaque and obfuscatory to certain types of messages.
It didn't take long to prove the theory correct with remarks that moved me to tears (podcast; text; video). They were tears of gratitude for sacrifices made on my behalf. They were tears of heartache for one particular pair of parents who lost a son (more on that toward the end of this post). They were tears of frustration in that, with the turning political tides, what our soldiers have died for the past three years may be rendered utterly moot by a political climate and a culture no longer understanding of true sacrifice, much less the ideals that are worth sacrificing for.
Mr. Bush was speaking last Friday, November 10th (Veterans' Day observed) at the dedication of the National Museum of the Marine Corps. Excerpt (emphases added):
The history of the Corps is now preserved within these walls. Many of you here today do not need a museum to tell you this history because you wrote it yourselves with your sweat and your sacrifice in places like Tarawa, Chosin, and Khe Sahn. These walls pay tribute to your contributions to American freedom. These walls remind all who visit here that honor, courage, and commitment are not just words. They are core values for a way of life that puts service above self...
The Japanese who defended [Iwo Jima] had learned from costly battles that they could not defeat American forces. Yet, they believed that by inflicting maximum casualties on our forces, they would demoralize our nation and make America tire of war.
In that battle, the Japanese succeeded in taking the lives of more than 6,000 men. They did not succeed in stopping the Marines from achieving their mission. And that flag that was raised on Mount Suribachi would become an enduring symbol of American resolve, and a lasting icon of a democracy at war.
Six thousand U.S. soldiers dead in a single battle.
Six thousand... It is a dreadful number, scarcely conceivable to this generation--or even the last. And yet, it was widely acknowledged (and rightly so) as having been worth it.
Oh so worth it... The few who lived through the
Rape of Nanking or the
Bataan Death March (and there were precious few) have testified to what was at stake.
Without the sacrifices of Marines at Iwo Jima, the expansion of tyranny and oppression and suffering under Imperial Japan to places such as Hawaii and Alaska and Australia was virtually inevitable--not to mention the mestastasization of that evil in
time. There is nothing inevitable about history. But for the courage of individual soldiers, the ingenuity of scientists and the resolve of a president (Truman),
there was nothing that required World War II to evolve in such a way that Tojo would find himself standing on a U.S. aircraft carrier, hanging his head in shame and surrender in 1945.
There was nothing inevitable (e.g., in some impersonally broad sweep of historical forces) that said the war might not still have been going on in 1946... or '48... or 1960... or 1980 for that matter. Nothing, that is, but the ultimate sacrifice of individuals who knew what was worth fighting and dying for.
By contrast, scenarios spun prior to the invasion of Iraq in 2003 (spun disingenuously in part to prevent it from taking place at all) anticipated the possibility of U.S. military deaths
in the first few days and weeks of fighting cresting into five figures. And the consensus among
both political parties at the time was that despite that risk, there was no other choice. Saddam had to be stopped.
The uncertainty about WMD had to be made certain. The potency of UN mandates had to be upheld and not trodden down into utter ridicule--as it turns out they are anyway in Iran.
How quickly times change. As a new Congress contemplates cutting and running from Iraq, we forget that across three and a half years, our nation has lost well under half of what was lost in far far less time
at Iwo Jima alone. Each loss is terrible, but the greater loss is our loss of perspective and value.
Lest anyone leave in despair at what seems a picture of America in retreat from its willingness to sacrifice when necessary, there is at least one man whose story cannot help but restore faith in America's ideals and that is Corporal Jason Dunham. If you haven't heard his story yet, that's a question to ask Time Magazine and Newsweek, CBS and NBC and the New York Times. Why is there not a five page color spread on Cpl. Dunham in all the major news magazines? (Fortunately, there is an excellent book:
"The Gift of Valor"
by Wall Street Journal reporter Michael Phillips--highly recommended!) The president continued (again, emphases added):
Like the Marines who have come before them, this new generation has also given some of its finest men in the line of duty. One of these fine men was Jason Dunham. Jason's birthday is November the 10th, so you might say that he was born to be a Marine. And as far back as boot camp, his superiors spotted the quality that would mark this young American as an outstanding Marine: his willingness to put the needs of others before his own.
Corporal Dunham showed that spirit in April 2004, while leading a patrol of his Marines in an Iraqi town near the Syrian border. When a nearby Marine convoy was ambushed, Corporal Dunham led his squad to the site of the attack, where he and his men stopped a convoy of cars that were trying to make an escape. As he moved to search one of the vehicles, an insurgent jumped out and grabbed the Corporal by the throat. The Corporal engaged the enemy in hand-to-hand combat. At one point he shouted to his fellow Marines, "No, no, no, watch his hand." Moments later, an enemy grenade rolled out. Corporal Dunham did not hesitate; he jumped on the grenade to protect his fellow Marines, he used his helmet and his body to absorb the blast.
A friend who was there that terrible day put it this way: "Corporal Dunham had a gift from God. Everyone who came in contact with him wanted to be like him. He was the toughest Marine, but the nicest guy. He would do anything for you. Corporal Dunham was the kind of person everybody wants as their best friend." Despite surviving the initial blast and being given the best of medical care, Corporal Dunham ultimately succumbed to his wounds. And by giving his own life, Corporal Dunham saved the lives of two of his men and showed the world what it means to be a Marine.
Corporal Dunham's mom and dad are with us today on what would have been this brave young man's 25th birthday. We remember that the Marine who so freely gave his life was your beloved son. We ask a loving God to comfort you for a loss that can never be replaced. And on this special birthday, in the company of his fellow Marines, I'm proud to announce that our nation will recognize Corporal Jason Dunham's action with America's highest decoration for valor, the Medal of Honor.
As long as we have Marines like Corporal Dunham, America will never fear for her liberty. And as long as we have this fine museum, America will never forget their sacrifice.
Cpl. Dunham's instinctive ideals--and, at least as important, his courage to act on them--are ultimately rooted in one thing: the universal reverence we have for, and value we place on life.That reverence is in such sharp contrast to our enemies who would take your life and mine without a second thought simply because of who we are and not what we believe or think or do. The Christians and Jews they supposedly protect in Dhimmitude are
'protected' by meaningless words only. And lest we believe that it all is a purely religious 'thing', and
couldn't we all just get along, e.g., by abandoning religion, it's worth remembering that they have no trouble taking the lives of fellow Muslims also. Our enemy takes the lives of soldiers, civilians, men, women and children with no discrimination whatsoever. Which forces a question: why is that?
Why is their hatred and desire for death omnidirectional? Answer: for the same reason that Christ's
love is omnidirectional. Larger forces are at work in all of this that are
in but not of this world. We see only the physical, proximate manifestations of those battles.
Our increasingly secular, purely scientific mindset makes it difficult to trace or give credence to the threads of those larger conflicts across decades and centuries and millennia, even as our popular culture (Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, etc.) speaks to our deep if inexplicit appreciation of that truth. The Islamofascists' omnidirectional hunger for death today--the hunger that leads misguided individuals to blow themselves up in marketplaces and bus stations and Tube trains and airliners--is the same hunger that characterized Imperial Japan, and Nazi Germany and Stalin's Russia and Mao's China and too many other rulers of this earth. Just as much is at stake now as was true for Marines at Iwo Jima.
Our longest-standing enemy--the prince of darkness himself--has not changed his aims. He has merely changed the individuals and groups and nations through whom he seeks to realize them. The story the president related reminds us that
there are those like Cpl. Dunham who will stand up to evil in the only way evil does not understand--the willing sacrifice of one's life to preserve and protect the lives of others. It is not a uniquely American idea by any means. But America is one of only a few places left where it is still given room for expression in our institutional and national ideals.
More on Cpl. Dunham and the incident for which he has been honored can be found
here.