Posted on 05/23/2002 11:51:39 PM PDT by PsyOp
For Juxtapostion and comparison.
"Hollywood is...about self: self-congratulation, self-promotion, and above all, self-protection. This is human and basic, but let's not kid ourselves. There is no greatness there in the Kodak Theater. The greatness is on patrol in Kirkuk. The greatness lies unable to sleep worrying about her man in Mosul. The greatness sleeps at Arlington National Cemetery and lies waiting for death in VA Hospitals. God help us that we have sunk so low as to confuse foolish and petty boasting with the real courage that keeps this nation and the many fools in it alive and flourishing on national TV." —Ben Stein.
bookmark
"Beyond those monuments to heroism is the Potomac River, and on the far shore the sloping hills of Arlington National Cemetery with its row on row of simple white markers bearing crosses or Stars of David. They add up to only a tiny fraction of the price that has been paid for our freedom... Under one such marker lies a young man—Martin Treptow—who left his job in a small-town barbershop in 1917 to go to France with the famed Rainbow Division. There, on the western front, he was killed trying to carry a message between battalions under heavy artillery fire. We are told that on his body was found a diary. On the flyleaf under the heading, 'My Pledge,' he had written these words: 'America must win this war. Therefore, I will work, I will save, I will sacrifice, I will endure, I will fight cheerfully and do my utmost, as if the issue of the whole struggle depended on me alone'." — Ronald Reagan.
REMARKS AT A CEREMONY COMMEMORATING THE 40TH ANNIVERSAY OF THE NORMANDY INVASION, D-DAY
Ronald Reagan.
June 6, 1984
POINTE DU HOC
We're here to mark that day in history when the Allied peoples joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For four long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps -- millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved, and the world prayed for its rescue. Here in Normandy the rescue began. Here the Allies stood and fought against tyranny in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.
We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but forty years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, 225 Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs. Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here, and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance.
The Rangers looked up and saw the enemy soldiers -- at the edge of the cliffs shooting down at them with machine guns and throwing grenades. And the American Rangers began to climb. They shot rope ladders over the face of these cliffs and began to pull themselves up. When one Ranger fell, another would take his place. When one rope was cut, a Ranger would grab another and begin his climb again. They climbed, shot back, and held their footing. Soon, one by one, the Rangers pulled themselves over the top, and in seizing the firm land at the top of these cliffs, they began to seize back the continent of Europe. Two hundred and twenty-five came here. After two days of fighting, only 90 could still bear arms.
Behind me is a memorial that symbolizes the Ranger daggers that were thrust into the top of these cliffs. And before me are the men who put them there.
These are the boys of Pointe de Hoc. These are the men who took the cliffs. These are the champions who helped free a continent. These are the heroes who helped end a war.
Gentlemen, I look at you and I think of the words of Stephen Spender's poem. You are men who in your "lives fought for life...and left the vivid air signed with your honor…."
Forty summers have passed since the battle that you fought here. You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith, and belief; it was loyalty and love.
The men of Normandy had faith that what they were doing was right, faith that they fought for all humanity, faith that a just God would grant them mercy on this beachhead or on the next. It was the deep knowledge -- and pray God we have not lost it -- that there is a profound moral difference between the use of force for liberation and the use of force for conquest. You were here to liberate, not to conquer, and so you and those others did not doubt your cause. And you were right not to doubt.
You all knew that some things are worth dying for. One's country is worth dying for, and democracy is worth dying for, because it's the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. All of you loved liberty. All of you were willing to fight tyranny, and you knew the people of your countries were behind you.
~ Ronald Reagan.
"They can probably be forgiven for not noticing. Most of my 'colleagues' in the so-called mainstream media have been very busy this week. Chasing after classified information leaked about the National Security Agency or searching out those who have a problem with President Bush dispatching 6,000 National Guard troops to protect our southern border is hard work. What with all these important stories—and 'breaking news' over a Duke University lacrosse-team rape case and the release of the 'Da Vinci Code' heresy flick—they were probably too exhausted to note that Sat., May 20 [was] Armed Forces Day. Or maybe it's because Armed Forces Day is just at the wrong time of year. It's sandwiched in between Easter and Memorial Day. It lacks the legacy of Veteran's Day on Nov. 11. And after all, Armed Forces Day, which honors those currently serving in our military, isn't sufficiently 'politically correct' to warrant a three-day holiday. Thus the occasion has pretty much been ignored by the potentates of the press since it was first observed in 1950." — Oliver North, May 2006.
"Get on your f*****g faces, you f*****g pukefaces, and give me squat thrusts forever and ever" - USMC Drill Instructor A. S. Maes - July, 1966, MCRD San Diego
"Some of you may have heard that this is the 'New Army'. That we drill seargeants can't hit you or lay our hands on you. That basic training will be piece of cake. I am hear to inform you that by the time I am finished with you, you will wish I had just kicked the s**t out of you instead! NOW DROP AND KEEP PUSHING TILL I GET TIRED!" ~ SFC Smith, Ft. Jackson, SC., 1980.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.