This following essay was originally an email I
sent out to the customer list of a company I once managed on the Friday before Memorial
Day Weekend:
The world was a much different place. You could walk the streets
at night,
people left their houses unlocked, and life was lived at a much slower
pace.
That's not necessarily to say things were better - just different.
We
didn't have the modern conveniences of cell phones, microwave ovens, or
television,
and the automobile was just coming in to its own. There were
"wars and rumors
of wars" as the Bible had so eloquently put it, but no one
seemed genuinely worried
- after all, the rest of the world was an ocean away!
Then, someone (or someones)
mis-calculated.
It was a clear Sunday morning at the nations largest naval installation,
and
many were just beginning to stir - most looking for a needed rest day -
when
the dull explosions on Ford Island and in the harbor named for Pearl City
began
to be heard. Most thought the Air Group was on a practice run, and some
wondered
who the idiot was that would schedule such training this early on a
Sunday morning.
Suddenly the USS Arizona was literally lifted out of the
water and literally blown
in two as a Japanese bomb ignited her ammunition
magazine, instantly killing or
trapping hundreds of our Nation's finest.
Then the realization sank in - we
were being attacked. US!
A nation that had resisted every attempt to get involved
in the European
conflict suddenly did an about face, and with collective anger and
resolve for
the "dastardly attack" as their President had called it, vowed to
do whatever
it took to win a full victory, not just from the Japanese who had attacked
us
at Pearl Harbor, but from their allies as well in Europe.
Admiral Yamamoto,
from the bridge on his carrier just as the attack was
ending, lamented that he was
afraid the attack had "...awakened a sleeping
giant". Little did he know what
that sleeping giant would do over the next
four years, and how that single event
would forever change the face of the
world.
We can talk about strategy, tactics,
logistics, and all the elements that went
into winning that war, but the one thing
we can never forget is the sacrifice
of those individuals upon whom a fearful but
resolved nation called to fight
the greatest conflict in history. You've seen
the movies, heard some of the
stories, and read the history books, but you'll
still never understand what
these men and women did, the terror they faced, the
sacrifices they made so
that you and I could live in the place and enjoy the freedoms
we do. My own
father was wounded at the battle for Luzon in the Philippines. Many
would
suffer for the rest of their lives. Many would never come home. All would
be
changed.
Most veterans don't want to talk about what they saw and experienced.
For
many, the horror is just too much to re-live. Everyone lost someone they knew
and/or
loved. But, they all paid the price that was asked of them, even if it
was the
ultimate price. When it was all over, they came back home, and tried
to resume
a life that would never be the same.
You won't hear these men complain. You'll
rarely hear them brag. As a matter
of fact, you'd be fortunate if you can get
them to talk at all about what they
saw and experienced. But they did what was
asked of them, and gave the world
a gift we can never repay.
This weekend, as you
enjoy the holiday, take a few minutes and thank God that
he gave us such men and
women, and that with their sacrifice and His guidance,
we enjoy the freedoms we
do. While you're at it, find a veteran and thank him
personally. They never
did get enough of that.
We wish you a safe and enjoyable Memorial Day weekend -
and thanks Dad - I owe you.