Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A Tribute To Our Veterans

November 11 a day off of work, a day off from school, a day to run errands but most of all it is day when we honor those that have served and are serving our country.

This is Lt. Edward Grover Delong one of the hundreds of thousands of men in our history to give their lives so that we may live free. One of the few hundreds of men to win both the Silver Star and The Navy Cross. He had a P.T. boat named after him, before being retired to an East Coast shipyard the S.S. Delong was stationed in the Long Beach Harbor. During World War II he was captured and beheaded by the Japanese. The movie They Were Expendable is about his platoon. He is a hero like all that serve our country. Lt. Delong was my Mom's first cousin, my brother Grover was named after him:




In my humble opinion the greatest tribute ever given to the soldier was given at the end of the Battle of Iwo Jima. Given by a man that many didn't want to speak because he was both a pacifist and Jewish. A compromise was reached and the man was allowed to give the Sermon on The Dedication of The 5th Marine Division Cemetery. When you read these words remember they were spoken over sixty years ago and still ring true. To honor those that have served our country, those that are serving the country now, those that were injured in battle, and those that gave the ultimate sacrifce so that we may live free read the following words and hug a solider today:

The PUREST DEMOCRACY
Sermon on the Dedication of 5th Marine Division Cemetery
On Iwo Jima
By Chaplain Roland B. Gittelsohn

THIS IS PERHAPS THE GRIMMEST, and surely the holiest, task we have faced since D-Day. Here before us lie the bodies of comrades and friends. Men who until yesterday or last week laughed with us, trained with us. Men who were on the same ships with us, and went over the sides with us, as we prepared to hit the beaches of this island. Men who fought with us and feared with us. Somewhere in this plot of ground there may lie the man who could have discovered the cure for cancer. Under one of these Christian crosses, or beneath a Jewish Star of David, there may rest now a man who was destined to be a great prophet to find the way, perhaps, for all to live in plenty, with poverty and hardship for none. Now they lie here silently in this sacred soil, and we gather to consecrate this earth in their memory.

IT IS NOT EASY TO DO SO. Some of us have buried our closest friends here. We saw these men killed before our very eyes. Any one of us might have died in their places. Indeed, some of us are alive and breathing at this very moment only because men to lie here beneath us had the courage and strength to give their lives for ours. To speak in memory of such men as these is not easy, Of them, too, can it be said with utter truth: "The world will little note nor long remember what we say here. It can never forget what they did here."

No, our poor power of speech can add nothing to what these men and the other dead of our division who are not here have already done. All that we can even hope to do is follow their example. To show the same selfless courage in peace that they did in war. To swear that, by the grace of God and the stubborn strength and power of human will, their sons and ours shall never suffer these pains again. These men have done their job well. They have paid the ghastly price of freedom. If that freedom be once again lost, as it was after the last war, the unforgivable blame will be ours, not theirs. So it be the living who are here to be dedicated and consecrated.

WE DEDICATE OURSELVES, first, to live together in peace the way they fought and are buried in war. Here lie men who lived in America because their ancestors, generations ago, helped in her founding, and other men who loved her with equal passion, because they themselves or their own fathers escaped from oppression to her blessed shores. Here lie officers and men, Negroes and whites, rich men and poor . . . together. Here are Protestants, Catholics, and Jews . . . together. Here no man prefers another because of his faith or despises him because of his color. Here there are no quotas of how many from each group are admitted or allowed. Among these men there is no discrimination. No prejudice. No hatred. Theirs is the highest and purest democracy. Any man among us, the living, who fails to understand that, will thereby betray those who lie here dead. Whoever of us lifts his hand in hate against a brother, or thinks himself superior to those who happen to be in the minority, makes of this ceremony and of the bloody sacrifice it commemorates, an empty, hollow mockery. To this, then, as our solemn, sacred duty, do we the living now dedicate ourselves: to the right of Protestants, Catholics, and Jews, of white men and Negroes alike, to enjoy the democracy for which all of them have here paid the price.

TO ONE THING MORE do we consecrate ourselves in memory of those who sleep beneath these crosses and stars. We shall not foolishly suppose, as did the last generation of America's fighting men, that victory on the battlefield will automatically guarantee the triumph of democracy at home. This war, with all its frightful heartache and suffering, is but the beginning of our generation's struggle for democracy. When the last battle has been won, there will be those at home, as there were last time, who will want us to turn our backs in selfish isolation on the rest of organized humanity, and thus to sabotage the very peace for which we fight. We promise you who lie here: we will not do that. We will join hands with Britain, China, Russia in peace, even as we have in war, to build the kind of world for which you died.

WHEN THE LAST SHOT has been fired, there will still be those eyes that are turned backward, not forward, who will be satisfied with those wide extremes of poverty and wealth in which the seeds of another war can breed. We promise you, our departed comrades: this, too, we will not permit. This war has been fought by the common man; its fruits of peace must be enjoyed by the common man. We promise, by all that is sacred and holy, that your sons, the sons of miners and millers, the sons of farmers and workers, will inherit from your death the right to a living that is decent and secure.

WHEN THE FINAL CROSS has been placed in the last cemetery, once again there will be those to whom profit is more important than peace, who will insist with the voice of sweet reasonableness and appeasement that it is better to trade with the enemies of mankind, than, by crushing them, to lose their profit. To you who sleep here silently, we give our promise: we will not listen. We will not forget that some of you were burnt with oil that came from American wells, that many of you were killed by shells fashioned from American steel. We promise that when once again men seek profit at your expense, we shall remember how you looked when we placed you reverently, lovingly, in the ground.

THUS DO WE MEMORIALIZE those who, having ceased living with us, now live within us. Thus do we consecrate ourselves, the living, to carry on the struggle they began. Too much blood has gone into this soil for us to let it lie barren. Too much pain and heartache have fertilized the earth on which we stand. We here solemnly swear: this shall not be in vain. Out of this, and from the suffering and sorrow of those who mourn this, will come, we promise, the birth of a new freedom for the sons of men everywhere. AMEN.

4 comments:

Lady DR said...

Bill, what a beautiful prayer. Thank you for sharing it today. I don't recall ever seeing it before.

If only we -- all the countries, but especially the US -- had lived up to the promises made at that dedication, how different our world would be! Instead, the world in general and we, the US, turned our backs on the promises he made, the future he portrayed and all the possibilities presented in his dedication. The world doesn't seem to do well, in terms of learning from past mistakes and practices.

William J. said...

Hi Dr

Very few people have seen that prayer/speach. It is my favorite one to come out of World War II. I would love for the speach to be given in public somewhere every Memorial and Veterans Day. The words are just so appropriate and if we speak them often enough maybe they will become less appropriate.

Bill

Pat said...

It's a beautiful sermon, Bill. There's a lot in it that we should have learned and didn't.

William J. said...

Hi Pat

We just never seem to learn from history.

Bill