It's the same in any lingo

בַּת-בָּבֶל, הַשְּׁדוּדָה: אַשְׁרֵי שֶׁיְשַׁלֶּם-לָךְ-- אֶת-גְּמוּלֵךְ, שֶׁגָּמַלְתּ לָנוּ
אַשְׁרֵי שֶׁיֹּאחֵז וְנִפֵּץ אֶת-עֹלָלַיִךְ-- אֶל-הַסָּלַע


How can one be compelled to accept slavery? I simply refuse to do the master's bidding. He may torture me, break my bones to atoms and even kill me. He will then have my dead body, not my obedience. Ultimately, therefore, it is I who am the victor and not he, for he has failed in getting me to do what he wanted done. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? If not now, when? ~ Rav Hillel, Pirke Avot

This Red Sea Pedestrian Stands against Judeophobes

This Red Sea Pedestrian Stands against Judeophobes
Wear It With Pride

25 May 2009

The Cost of Freedom Buried In The Ground

Today we remember the fallen men and women of our armed forces. Swearing an oath to protect the Constitution from enemies, both foreign and domestic, they gave their lives in popular, and unpopular wars. But it is not enough to remember them alone. Behind every fallen soldier is a wife, husband, parent, or child who has lost a loved one. Let us remember that for every soldier sent to war there are families left behind, too many of which are never whole again.

And thanks to the National Women's History Museum, we are reminded why we celebrate Memorial Day in the first place. From NWHM:

Much of women's history is missing from our public story. One more example -- women were almost entirely responsible for the recognition of Memorial Day. Its origin was the Civil War and until recently, the day focused on the terrible War between the states that, at tremendous human cost, ended slavery.

Just weeks after the Civil War ended in April 1865, Ellen Call Long organized a women's memorial society to reconcile embittered enemies. Usually named some variant of "women's relief society," groups sprang up in both the North and South that not only memorialized the dead, but also cared for the war's disabled and its widows and orphans.

On June 22, 1865, women adopted these profound, forgiving, and future-oriented resolutions. The document read in part:
The object of this meeting is to initiate a Memorial Association...that shall perpetuate in an honorable manner the memory of the gallant dead...

In no invidious spirit do we come; the political storm that shook our country to its foundation, we hope, is passed... We are done with the [Confederate] cause...and are willing to do all that women can do to stem the tide of bitterness...and angry feelings... We will practice and teach forbearance and patience, which must finally bring peace and justice...

Our society has forgotten that women cleaned up the mess. They took the gruesome reality of approximately a half-million dead men, and by promoting cemeteries, led the way in turning blood and gore into something that encouraged serenity and reflection.

In our nation's capital filled with museums, there is not one to remind us of the totality of the experience of American women. That is why NWHM needs you. Please emulate Ellen Call Long and others who understood that the past is an essential prologue to the future. Support us, "Right Here, Right Now!" by going to www.nwhm.org and sending a letter to your Members of Congress urging them to give women's history a home in our nation's capital by passing HR 1700.

To my mind the best way to honor our fallen soldiers is to exercise the freedoms for which they died, especially when the government tries to claim you no longer possess them.



1 comment:

renaissancelady46 said...

The cost of freedom isn't just buried under ground. There are those of us like myself that are still fighting for our freedom from the tyranny that has been wreaked upon the American people. Though my wounds from my service are not visible to the naked eye I wear mine proudly. I will stand shoulder to shoulder to preserve our Constitution still today.

I mourn those that are buried today because many of them are family members. My dad, 3 uncles, a cousin, two grandfathers and too many to count.

You may not know this but I literally followed in my dad's footsteps as we both served in the Navy. My husband is a Navy veteran too...Dad is buried in the Massachusetts National Cemetary in Bourne, MA.