Five years ago I experienced the very special privilege of participating in the Annual National Security Conference at the U.S. Army War College in Carlisle Barracks, Pennsylvania. Every year elite officers from all over our country involved in all branches of the military gather for a year of schooling. Students also include top officers from our allies around the world.
For the last week of their school year, civilians from all walks of life, also from around the country, who have been nominated and accepted for admission, are invited to join the military’s cream of the crop for a week on campus. My conference was the 50th annual observance of this tradition.
The Saturday before the conference (June 5) we learned that President Ronald Regan had died. A review of his stalwart leadership added much to our discussions and meetings during my week at Carlisle Barracks. President George W. Bush declared Friday, June 11th (the final day of our conference) to be a national day of mourning so our meetings were cut short and our conference ended a day early.
My plane wasn’t leaving from Baltimore until Friday evening so I though I would take advantage of the day. I got up early on Friday morning and drove back to Baltimore and then took the train in to Washington, D.C. I went with a specific purpose.
I had visited Washington as a 5th grader with my parents (yes, many, many, many years ago). But since that time most of the war memorials had been built and I had never had the chance to visit them. I departed the train station near the Smithsonian Institute and noticed as I looked to my right, toward the U.S. Capitol building, a large group of people.
Curiosity turned my feet in that direction and upon reaching the crowd, I discovered that President Regan’s body would be carried down the steps from the Capitol Rotunda, placed in a hearse, and transported to The National Cathedral. I arrived just in time for the processional and the motorcade which drove past us, just a few feet in front of me. It was an unexpected surprise and an incredible honor.
After the crowd dissipated and we all went our separate ways, I made my way toward my reason for being in Washington this day: to visit the war memorials. If you’ve ever been to any of them, you will understand what a sobering sight these monuments are.
My first visit, the World War II Memorial, was the most recent one constructed. Perhaps you remember the commercials on television, raising money for this important project. It was before my time but reading and study and movies have made it very real and visiting the sight made it all too real…and recent.
Next was the Korean War Memorial; a war also before my time. I seem to know less about this war, for some reason, but am very much aware of the cost, the stakes, and the sacrifice involved.
I confess that the one I most wanted to see was the Vietnam Memorial, if for no other reason than this conflict was during my lifetime. And I remember it all too well. More so, I knew some of the names personally. Both were acquaintances of mine; one was a friend of my brother’s and the other was a friend of my family.
As I looked for the names on the wall I recalled the memorial service attended earlier in my life for the one and the moment of silence at my school’s football game for the other. Solemn moments to be sure. And as I walked along the wall I saw the flowers laid at its base as well as the personal notes and messages left there. I felt as if I was on sacred ground.
Perhaps what made these moments even more poignant was that the day before, as part of the conference I was attending, we had spent the afternoon and evening touring, by bus and foot, the hallowed grounds of Gettysburg. Our guide was a professor at the War College, and an expert on the Civil War. It was an unforgettable eight hours.
I think of all that today, on Memorial Day 2009. I am reminded of the thousands upon thousands who, according to Lincoln, “gave the last full measure of devotion.” Without which, you and I would probably not be here today.
On that day in 1863, in perhaps one of the most famous (and shortest) speeches ever given, President Lincoln suggested, “that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain.” Wise words from a very wise man.
That’s why Memorial Day is so important – and so much more than just a day off work. I often drive by a local VFW Post on my way too and from my work. I drove past it again today. Their sign said, “If you enjoy your freedom, thank a veteran.”
So – if you are a veteran of the United States military, thank you. If you fought in a conflict or war – World War II, The Korean War, Vietnam, the first Persian Gulf War, or the current one, or if you fought the war on terror anywhere in the world, THANK YOU!
If you are the wife, mother, husband, father, son or daughter of anyone listed above, thank you. It’s because of all of you that I can sit outside my local Starbucks and write these words today and acknowledge the fact that we don’t say “thank you” to you enough.
Thank you!!!