by David J. Miller
A wave of patriotism swept through this land of ours nearly 60 years ago. Nobody under the age of 50, myself included, really
knows what it was like to live in America at that time. Americans were united in purpose in a way that this country hasn't seen
since. Children collected tin cans, rubber and paper. Women planted Victory Gardens, saved fat, and hung service flags in their
windows. Men were called to become soldiers.
They were called from their lives as farmers, accountants, carpenters, doctors, and all professions. The rich and the poor alike
were called away from their homes, their jobs, their families and their friends to take an oath to defend the Constitution. To
leave behind everything, and swear to God to defend something that many of them had never read before. This meant training
to become soldiers, and being a soldier means you are trained to kill. Good men, reluctant men, were told that they would be
shipped to Europe, or North Africa, or to the middle of the Pacific Ocean; to fight and to kill the enemy of the Constitution, the
enemy of Freedom. To fight against tyranny.
It is said that, "All of them gave some, and some of them gave all." There are 9,386 of the men who gave all, buried in a
cemetery at St. Laurent-sur-Mer. This cemetery is located on a bluff, overlooking a beach in Normandy, France; which, in
June of 1944 was known as Omaha. It is in this cemetery that a recent film makes its start. Saving Private Ryan is a story about
a squad of Rangers who are ordered to penetrate enemy lines to locate and retrieve a soldier named Ryan. Ryan had three
brothers who, unbeknownst to him, were all killed in action and it was determined that the last Ryan should be returned home,
lest his mother lose all her sons in the war.
So eight rangers risk their lives for one man. One man that their commanders decided was more important than any one of
them. Needless to say, not all of them are thrilled with the prospect of piercing the enemyıs line to bring back, just one man.
These men had sworn an oath, though and so they went. Reluctant warriors.
As it is in war, it is also in war movies, not everyone in the squad survives to the end. When one of the rangers is hit with enemy
fire, he motions Ryan over to him. He says two very important words to him. Two words, before he dies.
In that moment, that soldier became every veteran speaking to every American. Earn what we all fought for and what many of
us died for. Think of us often. Remember our names. Do not forget us. And that is the request of all the young men who have
died in all the wars - from Normandy to the Cho-sin Reservoir. From Da Nang to the Gulf. From Somalia to Kosovo.
I have since realized that my own free and bountiful life has been baptized in the blood of the soldiers of World War II, and of
all other wars. I have realized that the 9,386 men buried at St. Laurent, though a fraction of the total that died, did for me, in a
very real way, what those Rangers did for Ryan. I have realized that the men who fought, and lived, and came home and are
living out their lives right now did the same... For me. Perhaps I owe all of them an accounting of how well I've lived, of
whether I've earned what they've bequeathed to me and the world.
I struggle today, wondering if I can ever make the equation balance. Deep down I know that there is nothing that I can ever do
to earn what they did for me. There is no accounting, to balance the equation of even one man dying... for me, let alone...thousands.
But it is worthwhile to try.
How do we even begin to give an accounting? We begin by remembering. Remembering the fallen soldier who never returned,
remembering those that did return, scarred and scared, and different somehow. Then we must be thankful. We must express
our thanks to those reluctant warriors who fought against tyranny so that we may be free. Don't assume that they know the
world is thankful. Do your part, tell a Veteran today that you are thankful for the sacrifices that they made, on the altar of
Finally, we must let our light shine. You know the children's song, "This little light of mine." Well, that is all we need to do,
finally, to earn this. Don't hold back any action that is good. No matter how small and insignificant it may seem, do it. Edmund
Burke once said, "All that is required for evil to triumph, is for good men to do nothing." The gift that we have received from
our Veterans is Freedom, and the cost of freedom is eternal vigilance. We must guard and protect this rare and costly gift. We
must be vigilant, we must not allow evil to triumph easily. A small bit of good now may prevent a great evil later.
On Veterans Day, Armed Forces Day, Memorial Day, and everyday, this is what we all need to do, to, "earn this." Remember;
Give Thanks; and Let Our Light Shine. Remember all the men and women who gave their lives for others. Give thanks to all the
men and women, still with us, who gave of themselves when it was required. And finally, don't let the torch go out. Keep the
light of the torch that they passed to us burning brightly by adding just a little of our own light to it.
These are the things that we all need to do as Americans; so that we may continue to enjoy Freedom, Liberty and Justice for
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