Dad may have passed away 25 years ago, but honor is forever. I got a call just before Mass today. Congressman Mark Meadows office will present dad’s medals to me in person next week next to the Police HQ down in Murphy. Ms Beverly is going to try to get the citations at least for the medals which had been recommended for award by the POTUS of the day, which could have been Franklin D Roosevelt, Harry S Truman and Dwight D Eisenhower. There’ve been billions of soldiers and trillions of awards. I know. But we can always give honor to those to whom honor is due, right? Patriotism is about honor. That’s what our lives are to be made of.
I mentioned this all to a parishioner today and it about brought her to tears, as she was remembering notifications for a relative, a youngster of course, who went MIA in Vietnam not so long ago. All gave some. That would be my dad. Some gave all. That would be that youngster of her family. As Ronald Reagan said at Arlington National Cemetery back in the day: We think that those in this cemetery grisly old soldiers, but, no. It is not that way. Those laid to rest in this cemetery are 16 and 18 years old who had all of their lives before them. It is those youngsters who are our heroes.
To those who think they gave nothing but are patriotic and striving to be law abiding citizens and are being helpful to others in the best way they can, they should know that they are giving exactly what these others fought and died for, so that these might be able to live freely in this way.
To those who hate those who have laid down their lives for them… you know… take a breath… count your blessings… be thankful to those who made those blessings possible for you. If you think things are bad, count up all the people who are not thankful and do nothing but hate and then ask who’s responsible for the bad stuff. And then, becoming thankful… Hey! Let’s help one another.