Service

In an ideal world, there would be no need of a day to celebrate those who served, fought, and died in wars past and present. In an ideal world there would be no occasion for the mistake and resulting tragedy war always is. There would not be such extremes that allow for such brutality. As is evident, this is not an ideal world. However, beyond surface hero worship, which is more aimed at manipulating consumer sentiments than honoring veterans, the deeper meanings resonate strongly. 

We joined for various reasons. Some more noble than others. Most served honorably, and a few did not. None the less, we are are here now. In the greater scheme of things, we went to war for various reasons. Sometimes for survival, and sometimes for hubris, but always because there were failures, a few months, a few years, a few centuries up stream which lead to violent resolution at the expense of those present, and those who later must resolve yet more unsolved problems with blood, both their own, and of innocents bystander. War indeed may be just or unjust, and may even be unavoidable, but it is always a mistake if its causes are traced far enough back. 

Even the most necessary justice is tragic. Even the greatest good can be tragic when brought into a world twisted enough to snap even when graced by the kindest compassion. Even the birth of Jesus himself resulted in Herod killing the male children of Judea. The ideal world does not exist. Rather, it is uncertainty, fear, and suffering we are subjected to. However, it may also be faith, hope, and love we turn to for light in the darkness. To do so, you must be in a position to do so. You must be challenged. You must have skin in the game. 

There are many paths to personal risk and unselfish sacrifice. Military service is one of the most visible and most extreme, thus it is appropriate to honor those who did and continue to serve. However, the path to bringing order out of chaos lays open to anyone willing to do so, starting with the things closest to them. Rather than simply raging against systemic injustice, strike up a conversation with the homeless alcoholic on your street corner. Rather than simply decrying oppression, support and encourage those around you suffering it. Rather than just pointing out what is wrong, fix it to the best of your abilities, and thank a veteran or two for risking to do the same. 

Veterans Day

Today is Veterans Day. For those who have served or are now serving, it is a day of pride and recognition. For those who never served, but support none the less, it is a day to remember and go out of one's way to thank and recognize those that have sacrificed in a particular way. And for a very few, the day means nothing at all or it is a source of irritation at the so called hero worship they perceive as unwarranted.

Much can be, and is said of this final group. However, in my opinion, nothing needs to be said at all of them. They condemn themselves by voicing such opinions. The far more troubling scene on this day is that of the homeless alcoholic on the sidewalk still living out the jungles of Vietnam, or the college student in his room flirting with a loaded firearm in the knowledge that ending the memories of the streets of Baghdad and Fallujah would be so easy. It's also the girl from New Jersey who gives half of her paycheck to her mother who is living in a hotel room, even though she disowned her because she loves a another girl. It's the kid who has been the primary care giver to his baby niece because his sister is standing charges for murder, and it's the the guy who drinks himself to sleep every night in order to forget how much it hurts that the women he loved couldn't wait 7 months for him to get back. 

The truth is the sacrifices are greater and more irreversible than simply going to war. Most will never know what it is like. However, this does not make their recognition none the less valid, or their love none the less needed. 

For all those who support us, thank you.