This is an excerpt from a post I wrote almost two years ago when the talk of abandoning our position in Iraq started becoming louder by those that found it politically expedient to just throw down their arms and run away in fear. See if you relate to the soldier in my example or the modern politically expedient politician of the democrat persuasion.
I consider myself to be an amateur historian. I like to go back in time and try to get into the minds of people from the past to try and understand why things happened the way they did. I know from reading many accounts that were written by soldiers on both sides of the United States Civil War. Those soldiers had to take a “stand fast” mindset when going into battle. Imagine yourself and many of your friends that you grew up with going off to fight for your country. The commanders are people that you have known your whole life. Now you are told you will be facing the enemy today with all your friends. They move you up to the front and you wait. Then it comes, the first volley. You see the line in front stagger from the withering fire and people start falling over. The screams of pain are deafening and there is lead flying all around you. The men on either side of you are both lying on the ground one is dead the other is wounded horribly. The Captain then tells you to move up to front next. He commands; Ready and you level your weapon, aim you look down the barrel but you see only gray smoke and then fire! You see the enemy soldiers falling over and gray smoke is everywhere and it is getting harder to see. Then you start to reload your weapon and then the volley from the enemy comes in and people are again falling down all around. You feel like throwing down your weapon and fleeing from this madness but you just can’t. Your friends, your brothers are depending on you to hold the line. You stand fast, you show them that you are willing to fight and die for what you believe. You don’t run, you hold your position you fight that battle until there is a clear cut winner. Sometimes it was the Men in Gray sometimes it was the Men in Blue. The larger picture was often obscured because of all the smoke and haze of battle.
The picture is clear to us that have some common sense that we must stay and finish the job in Iraq or the enemy will follow up our retreat.
Harry Reid you are a despicable coward and weasel of a man and don’t deserve to be called American.
by Richard Watson Gilder
Glory and honor and fame and everlasting laudation
For our captains who loved not war, but fought for the life of the nation;
Who knew that, in all the land, one slave meant strife, not peace;
Who fought for freedom, not glory; made war that war might cease.
Glory and honor and fame; the beating of muffled drums;
The wailing funeral dirge, as the flag-wrapped coffin comes;
Fame and honor and glory; and joy for a noble soul,
For a full and splendid life, and laurelled rest at the goal.
Glory and honor and fame; the pomp that a soldier prizes;
The league-long waving line as the marching falls and rises;
Rumbling of caissons and guns; the clatter of horses' feet,
And a million awe-struck faces far down the waiting street.
But better the martial woe, and the pageant of civic sorrow;
Better than praise of to-day, or the statue we build to-morrow;
Better than honor or glory, and history's iron pen,
Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
*Background music is "Song for the Irish Brigade" by David Kincaid.