On This Veterans Day

Whenever I do a post like this, for a day like this, I struggle mightily, in part because I feel that token expressions of retail gratitude are far too insufficient a response when it comes to the recognition of the valiant service and sacrifice of those who serve and have served this nation.

Each year, I read over famous quotes, look through past speeches, drink in stories of the men and women who give so much for a cause that fewer and fewer seem to fully appreciate. I torment myself, in fact, over choices made and not made, always coming to the conclusion that I am where I am supposed to be, but nevertheless hobbled by the truth that I did not choose to serve.

I was tempted to give up today, and not write anything at all. And yet, I find myself unable to accept that attitude, even for a simple blog post.

John F. Kennedy once said, "As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them."

From Mark Twain: "In the beginning of a change, the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot."

And from the passionate Patrick Henry: "The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave."

It is within these words above today that I find my voice.

There is a scene at the end of Saving Private Ryan that came to mind as I reflected on these quotes. Watch and listen:


The clip ends abruptly, but what follows is worth the reading (from IMDB.com):

Old James Ryan: [addressing Capt. Miller's grave] My family is with me today. They wanted to come with me. To be honest with you, I wasn't sure how I'd feel coming back here. Every day I think about what you said to me that day on the bridge. I tried to live my life the best that I could. I hope that was enough. I hope that, at least in your eyes, I've earned what all of you have done for me.

I am a civilian. There are marvels and horrors my eyes may never see, bonds I may never know or fully understand, joys and anguish that may never mark my soul. For this I am grateful, but for this I am not entitled. I have done nothing to deserve this, but for accident of birthright. It weighs upon me, and challenges me.

I have been saved by grace alone, and that from my Father in Heaven. As for the life I lead here, I can only pray that I have and will continue to live that life in a manner worthy of the sacrifices of the many friends, family, and strangers whose service has made it possible.

Yes, I am a civilian. But I know that I, too, have a duty, not to just utter words, but to live by them. Not to stand only when it is easy, but to stand when it is especially hard. A duty to be vigilant, active and brave, whether I wear the uniform or not. How can I do less, when so many are willing to do more?

To you, our veterans, I thank you. For your service, and for reminding me of my duty.

God bless you.