As a daughter of an Air Force Colonel and someone who spent my important high school years attending a department of defense school overseas, I really cherish and spend a little time in reflection on Memorial Day. I remember those I knew and know who went into service and their great dedication and commitment. And, I remember those we’ve lost.
I was 13 years old when were were stationed at Clark Air Force Base, Philippines. Now, after the volcano eruption - it’s no longer a USAF Military Base. But, then, it was a huge shock for a gal from Illinois who lived all of her life stateside. Under military rule, at the time, the Philippines was a huge education for me on the ASSUMPTION of freedom that many U.S. born Americans take for granted.
There was curfew and you needed papers to even go out to get a box of Pampers. There was no joking about how bad the Philippine president was - because that meant death. The telephone was a “party line” so anyone and everyone could listen in. Snipers attacked our school. A bodyguard would come with my for my varsity soccer games at the International School in Manila (the school attended by all the kids of American diplomats). You could only buy your ration of coffee, meat and many, many other items. And, the first day for the democratic vote, my uncle and many others, were assassinated on their way to the polls. Polling places were blown up. You didn’t just get “hot water” when you bathed - there was a process. And drinking water was purchased at a place that looked much like a gas station. If you got in trouble, your father’s commanding officer (CO) would reprimand your father -for if he couldn’t lead his family - how could he lead a unit? While it was a place that reminded all of us who lived there from stateside, that freedom is NOT
FREE, it was ALSO a place of huge patriotism.
At 5 p.m., when taps were played and the American flag was retired, the ENTIRE BASE stopped to hear the national anthem and to stand in respect and honor. No car would move, if you were on the sidewalk you stopped and saluted if you were a military person and stood at attention if you were a civilian. No cash registers would ring, even at the commissary - while the anthem played.
Recently, our Toastmasters club asked each of us to do a impromptu speech of “If I were president”. And, if I were, for just one year, I would love to take everyone who lives in the U.S. and was born stateside and has never traveled to a 3rd world country to take them to one. To have them live, survive and thrive - outside the U.S. Then, and only then, would I like to hear their views on the U.S.
I’m offended by those who speak ill of the U.S. and have never been abroad; of those who speak with
disregard of our military and commander and chief and of those who ASSUME that the freedoms we ENJOY in the U.S. are just our “rights”, or are “expected” or worse yet “deserved” - they are paid for every single day by those who preciously and generously give the ultimate.
Today - remember those who have given much. And, never assume what freedoms we enjoy here are just “supposed to be”. You are not OWED ANY FREEDOM - you were given it as a generous gift by those who serve our country - MAKE IT COUNT.
Here’s what my dad shared with me today -Memorial Day Message, Nellis Air Force Base Military Retirees Bulletin:
We do not pass this way to reach acclaim, to build up scores, or garner fame.
We do not pass this way to mass up wealth, or own more land, or being more felt.
We do not pass this way to build up power, or climb a ladder to some ivory tower.
We do not pass this way to seek praise, for deeds we’ve done, or games we’ve played.
And if in passing we should gain glory, we need not boast to tell our story.
For in the hearts of those we’ve known, will be a spot that’s all our own.
It is a memory, clear and dear, we proved our worth, while we were here.
Therefore, those who are dead are never gone, for….
They are in the books we read; they are in the songs we sing;
They are in the stories we tell; they are in the poems we write….
Those who are dead are never gone, for…
They are there giving loving encouragement and support that never fails;
They are there giving courage to the weak; they are there giving hope to the despairing;
They are there giving meaning to our earthly experience and existence…
Those who are dead are never gone, for…
They are in the goals we achieve; they are in the thoughts we think;
They are in the ideas we express; they are in the dreams we share…
Those who are dead are never gone and never will they be forgotten!
I extend to all of you God’s blessings on This Memorial Day, May 26, 2008.
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