“Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.” — Dale Carnegie
November 11th is Veterans Day. All day today, I thought about writing a blog post, but instead I worked on some craft stuff, tweeted a bit (to my regret) and I moped around thinking about my mother. Twitter got me riled, because of the endless Trump spin hysteria about Trump not attending a WWI ceremony yesterday. By the time John Kerry was tweeting, attacking President Trump, I lost it and tweeted about Kerry’s foreign policy failure with Kerry thanking Iran for releasing our sailors they had captured and then Iran turned around and released demoralizing propaganda videos and photos of our sailors. Kerry and the mainstream media went with the White House spin that it was new era in diplomacy and a great ending…
For someone like me, who finds President Trump’s conduct totally unacceptable much of the time, the way the Dems and media run these hysterical spin attacks, disgusts me more than Trump does. Of course, President Trump should have attended that WWI ceremony on Saturday, unless he was too ill to attend. The Dem/media spin feeding frenzy, attacking Trump, continued from Saturday all through today. I tweeted some comments about how President Trump has a ways to go to match some of the Clinton or Obama outrages when it comes to the military… like Somalia, Benghazi, selling Bergdahl the “war hero” and of course our sailors on their knees. I believe that is the truth too, but at the same time, yes, I regret tweeting while ticked off and I really wish I had stuck to just ignoring the hysterical spin and tweeting dignified stuff today. President Trump would do better, if he just ignored the media spin and focused more on doing his job and behaving in a dignified manner. And I, too, need to try to follow my own advice and avoid the mean comments
November 11th was also my late mother’s birthday. She passed away in 2001, but certain times of the year, the loss becomes painful and raw. Thankfully, I can remember all of the wonderful things about my mother, like her complete dedication to our family and even smile at how completely organized and disciplined she was about everything she did. My mother would have been an outstanding drill sergeant in the military. I’ve written many times about my mother, so for today, I’ll stick to some interesting links I’ve found pertaining to commemorating WWI, which got a lot of media attention this year, with it being the WWI Centennial Commemoration and also a few other military related links.
The Army Center of Military History put out some fairly short videos (under 15 minutes) on the history of WWI, with a lot of actual photos and film footage:
The UK National Archives has a large collection of war letters, where you can see the actual letter and the text is also provided, so you don’t have to struggle to decipher handwriting. Here’s the link for the WWI collection: http://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/education/resources/letters-first-world-war-1915/
Nick Gillespie, at Reason wrote, a short piece worth a read:
Gillespie’s piece has a link to Rudyard Kipling’s poems, Epitaphs of the War, which speak to the horrors and massive losses of WWI.
At Military.com, Service to This Country: A Lifetime Oath, written by a former Marine Corps veteran, Sean Mclain Brown, struck me as a very personal and heartfelt Veterans Day message, with advice we can all take to heart. Brown writes:
“Marine Corps combat veteran and CEO of Team Rubicon Jake Wood once told me that civilians “don’t understand the culture and daily sacrifices that veterans make” and that it’s our responsibility to help “educate them by sharing our stories.” I agree. We need to move beyond the casual “thank you for your service” and move toward “can you tell me about your service?” to help bridge that gap between the military and civilian worlds.”
And last, at the end of November, last year, I wrote a blog post, “A few leaves of grass” for remembrance, which came to mind thinking about WWI today. Here’s part of that post:
I keep War Letters: Extraordinary Correspondence from American Wars, edited by Andrew Carroll, on a small table by my recliner. A few years ago, I mentioned General Pershing’s famous WWI letter to his young son, Warren, which I came across in this book. General Pershing’s letter to his son was a father explaining the important values Americans fights to protect and preserve. It’s probably my favorite letter in the book, but a close second is a letter written in 1918, by Maude B. Fisher, an American Red Cross nurse. She penned one of the most touching letters to Mrs. Hogan, the mother of a young soldier, Richard Hogan, who died of influenza in their hospital. This wonderful nurse took the time to pen a very personal letter, so that a grieving mother would know how her son died. The letter includes details of how brave and cheerful the dying soldier was, the care he received, and even more than that this nurse wrote the details of the soldier’s burial:
“He was laid to rest in the little cemetery of Commercy, and sleeps under a simple wooden cross among his comrades who, like him, have died for their country. His grave number is 22, plot 1. His aluminum identification tag is on the cross , and a similar one around his neck, both bearing his serial number, 2793346.
The plot of the grave in the cemetery where your son is buried was given to the Army for our boys and the people of Commercy will always tend it with loving hands and keep it fresh and clean. I enclose here a few leaves of grass that grows near in a pretty meadow.
A big hill overshadows that place and the sun was setting behind it just as the Chaplain said the last prayer over your boy.”
page 171, War Letters: Extraordinary Correspondence from American Wars, edited by Andrew Carroll
No one required this nurse to write to this grieving mother, because the Army notified fallen soldiers’ families, but she cared enough to want this mother to have more details. The book offers a few details about each letter. Mrs. Hogan lost two of her other children back home in Woburn, Massachusetts, during the 1918 influenza epidemic. It must have been a great comfort for her to know her son far away was dutifully cared for as he lay dying and that he was given a proper burial. And imagine her relief knowing exactly where her son was buried.
Thoughtful good deeds, like Maude Fisher’s, used to be very common when most people were reared to put other people before themselves and when quietly doing the right thing was drilled into children and served as the cultural norm
And with that I’ll end this post and hopefully we can all say a prayer tonight for all our brave men and women serving all over the world and for hope to guide our country through these troubled times.