One of my readers sent me a message in a prayer that was so poignant, that I decided to publish it on Galganov Dot Com. As you might or might not know, I am not religious, and do not engage in prayer in the usual manner. However; very rarely do so few words carry so much meaning.
After the pacifists are done trying to convince the world that everything is negotiable, and that there is more than just one side to every “debate”, even on the side where cultural and religious hatred is taught as a steady diet. And where killing in the name of Allah is a virtue; nonetheless, our men and women of the military will fight, kill and be killed to keep the world safe for the pacifists.
And in a generation from now, there will be scantily attended memorials held to honor the BRAVE men and women who fought, suffered and died to keep our society free. And more likely than not, the people who will officiate and lay the wreaths at these memorials will be the pacifists or the children of the pacifists who tried their hardest to block the battles for freedom.
THE MESSAGE I RECEIVED:
Picture in your mind the soldier at Valley Forge, as he holds his musket in his bloody hands.
He stands barefoot in the snow, starved from lack of food, wounded from months of battle and emotionally scarred from the eternity away from his family surrounded by nothing but death and carnage of war.
He stands tough, with fire in his eyes and victory on his breath. He looks at us now in anger and disgust and (and through the passage of time) he tells us this:
I gave you a birthright of freedom born in the Constitution and now your children graduate too illiterate to read it.
I fought in the snow barefoot to give you the freedom to vote and you stay at home because it rains.
I left my family destitute to give you the freedom of speech and you remain silent on critical issues, because it might be bad for business.
I orphaned my children to give you a government to serve you and it has stolen democracy from the people.
It’s the soldier not the reporter who gives you the freedom of the press.
It’s the soldier not the poet who gives you the freedom of speech.
It’s the soldier not the campus organizer who allows you to demonstrate.
It’s the soldier who salutes the flag, serves the flag, whose coffin is draped with the flag that allows the protester to burn the flag!
Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.
WHAT MORE COULD POSSIBLY BE SAID? – Howard Galganov.
Mazal Tov and G-d bless you both!
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