The other evening I spoke with Chris Sutton, a reporter from the Outlook. I was helping Chris with a story promoting the 34th Memorial Day Commemoration taking place in the park on Memorial Day, of which I am the chairman. We spoke of the significance of the day and of a disconnect between the soldiers and the citizenry. Chris talked about her feelings when she heard of the death of Todd Bryant, a local boy and hero killed in Iraq in 2003. The thought of this loss still baffles her.
I too am confounded by the continuous sacrifice that this country has endured since its inception. However, the geo-political spectrum is much too complex for us to say that we should confine ourselves to our borders. But as I look into the eyes of Mrs. Murphy or decipher the nuances of Chris Sutton as she speaks of Todd Bryant, I realize the truth of James Conrad’s contention, “That what all men seek, is peace.”
Patrick Henry lamented, “Peace! Peace! But there is no peace!” Instead, you send soldiers to fight your wars and die for your causes; they go in your name and do your bidding. They carry your slogans for God and country and old men thump their chests and tell them how brave they were. And at the end, do you remember their names?
In 1968 Corporal Daniel Stephen wrote his parents from Vietnam: “Last night one more Marine died. No one will ever hear or care about it except his parents and us.” His name was Corporal Lee Clark.
Three months later, Corporal Stephen was killed by an enemy sniper.
Recently, I reminded a buddy of the Memorial Day commemoration. “What time is it,” he asked? “It’s at 9 a.m.,” I said. He told me, “That’s way too early; I plan to sleep in.”