Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” ~ Isaiah 6:8
Toddler D was napping and all this eye healing has worn me out, so I sat down to watch TV yesterday afternoon just in time for the memorial service for the soldiers killed at Fort Hood.
I sat there and tried to think if I had seen anything sadder.
I’m a peacenik. We’ve talked about this. I just am. I like it when we can all get along. Happy, happy. Joy, joy.
Sometimes this isn’t possible. Sometimes we have to take a stand and protect ourselves and our neighbors. Are we in that time now? To be honest — I still haven’t made up my mind. Seems like a lot of soldiers are getting mighty tired out fighting an enemy who believes the more people die (including themselves), the better off they are. How does something like that end?
But while I sit here and have a little debate with myself about truth and life and death and oil and religion and politics, men and women — boys and girls younger than my darling s’on and s’daughter — are volunteering to assist their government. Are volunteering to protect their country. Are volunteering to protect me. Are volunteering to stand in harm’s way.
I, (NAME), do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.
I’ve never made a promise like that.
There they were on United States soil in the safety and protection of their military base when one of their own — someone who took that very same oath — gunned them down because they were in uniform.
War hawk or peacenik or somewhere in between, if that doesn’t make you sick to your stomach . . . shame on you.