Mr. Speaker, I rise today to submit the 9th Annual Memorial Day Service Address by Jim Wham of Centralia, IL. The address was given by Mr. Wham on May 31, 2004 at 10 a.m. As usual, readers will find an address filled with the hopes and…
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to submit the 9th Annual Memorial Day Service Address by Jim Wham of Centralia, IL. The address was given by Mr. Wham on May 31, 2004 at 10 a.m.
As usual, readers will find an address filled with the hopes and challenges of our Nation's veterans. Jim Wham's love of his country is clear on each page and in each line of his address.
We are grateful to him for his continued service to his country and for the inspiration he provides in reminding us that freedom is never free.
Ninth Annual Memorial Day Service, Brownstown VFW Post 9770, Brownstown
Central Park
The greatest crusade for freedom against tyranny in the
history of the World was commemorated last Saturday at the
dedication of the National World War II Memorial. It will
stand forever between the Washington and Lincoln monuments.
The costs of that crusade was monumental--400,000 Americans
were killed.
Six days from now the 60th anniversary of the Normandy
Invasion will command world-wide attention--the greatest
invasion of all time had to be made and succeed if the free
world was to win the war.
Today in Brownstown and in thousands of towns across the
country each Memorial Day is a day of memories. Each Memorial
Day is to honor and pay tribute to all Americans who fought
and died for their country in the cause of peace and freedom
in every war from the Revolution to the present day. Every
one of their deaths are special beyond compare.
As Lincoln said at Gettysburg, it is for us, the living
``to highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in
vain.''
Each Memorial Day is also a day to look to the lessons of
the past to meet the dangers of the future. During my
lifetime, the Armed Forces of the United States have been
engaged throughout the world in eight wars: World War I,
World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, the Balkans,
Afghanistan and now Iraq.
In all of these wars Americans fought against the forces of
tyranny and now against the new and vicious barbarians who
cut off the heads of living men and crash planes full of
innocent people into buildings full of innocent people.
The fanatical terrorists, suicide bombers, and their
manipulators who are fueled by a hatred for every American.
Fanatical kamikazes with no concern for the miracle of life--
even their own. Full of diabolical cunning--cut from the same
cloth as those monsters of history--spawned by the likes of
Hitler and his gang of criminal degenerates.
Nine-eleven was just the beginning. Today we confront that
same brand of terrorist in Iraq. And the terrorists we
destroy in Iraq will never assault innocent people. A
terrorist killed in Iraq will kill no one over here or
anywhere else. But yet, we still hear those ominous words of
Plato: ``That only the dead have seen the end of war.''
Is the human race to be forever victimized and dominated by
demented and depraved tyrants and terrorists? Is there no end
in sight? The forces of evil won't go away. They never have
and they never will. So, what are the forces of good to do
about it? Plenty--yet, many self-proclaimed good ones never
have learned that you cannot negotiate with mad dogs,
terrorists, or tyrants of any stripe. Never have they learned
that the good cannot wait for the bad to quit being bad. And
quitting the fight in mid-stream is the road to disaster. We
cannot quit--even if we wanted to.
The United Nations never learned the lesson from the League
of Nations which sat idly by while Hitler overran Europe and
for 4 long years the whole world was engulfed in devastation
and bloodshed to a depth never before seen in the history of
the world.
And now, 60 years later, a new cult of second-guessers of
our national fight against tyranny and terrorism has arisen--
there are those who seek to sow doubt and discord among
Americans, and there are those who have never learned the
lesson that they do not really support the troops while
publicly condemning and disparaging their Commander. Such
only gives encouragement to the enemy. What happened to
the doctrine of World War II that politics stops at the
water's edge? The talkers and the shouters on national
television have ignored that vital doctrine. Every day
they criticize every decision of those who are trying
their best to lead and protect the Nation in an all-out
war against tyrants and terrorists that would destroy the
American spirit, as well as lives.
If the Commander in Chief moves forward, the second-
guessers say he should have stopped. If the Commander in
Chief stops, they say he should have moved forward--or maybe
even backward. What would these talkers do if the
responsibility to act was theirs? They speak from the
sanctuary of nonresponsibility.
Legitimate differences by knowledgeable persons are to be
brought to the Commander in person and not by carping critics
who sit on the sidelines and jeer. Sometimes I wonder whose
side they are on.
There was the same brand of criticism leveled at Abraham
Lincoln, the Commander in Chief in that war that preserved
the Nation and destroyed the malignancy of slavery. But
Lincoln, unshaken in the midst of that war, at Gettysburg
summed up the duty of Americans through all ages: ``. . . it
is for us the living . . . to be . . . dedicated to the great
task remaining before us . . .''
The power of Lincoln is felt on every Memorial Day. And he
left us this as he concluded his second inaugural address to
the Nation at war a month before he was shot from behind by a
terrorist named Booth. And these few simple words are vital
to all Americans today: ``. . . let us strive on to finish
the work we've begun.''
And that work is always at hand. Each generation must
fulfill the destiny of this land of liberty which is all
wound up in the cause of peace and freedom. Never can there
be peace and freedom without conquering the barbarians of the
world--the enemies of peace and freedom.
I have with me today a highly significant painting and I
want to give it to the Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 9770 of
Brownstown. I have done the same at other veteran
organization ceremonies. I do this because of the message it
conveys.
It is a picture of a wall, as you can see. It is entitled
``reflections'' and the reflections are of combat soldiers
from a wall of names--the names of all Vietnam veterans who
fell in battle. But, that picture tells the story of all
American veterans--not just the Vietnam veterans--it tells
the story of all American veterans who have made the supreme
sacrifice for their country.
Soldiers who did all they could and now pass on to us the
unfinished work--the continuing responsibility to preserve
this country and its meaning to the world.
Those soldiers of Vietnam in that picture symbolize the
passing of the torch--the torch of duty, honor, country--to
the living from the dead of every war.
I hope you will hang this picture on the wall of the post
because it tells the story of the American veteran of all the
wars--veterans who never returned--veterans who pass the
torch to those of us who did return--the torch to carry on
the fight of good against evil--the fight for peace and
freedom against tyranny and terror. The torch that must be
kept lit and carried forward by every generation for as long
as the star-spangled banner shall wave.
What a shameful epitaph any generation of Americans would
write about themselves if they let down these heroes who died
to preserve this land and its destiny.
Nations have come and gone. Great empires and nations have
eventually ended up on the ash heap of history. They had
their day in the sun, and then almost imperceptibly, the
twilight creeps in, and before the generations realize it,
the sun is gone and that empire and nation has receded back
into the darkness of oblivion. This must never happen to the
United States of America.
It would be a monumental tragedy for us in the grip of
multiple frustrations of today's world to tolerate for an
instant a retreat back from the confrontation by free men
against terror and tyranny. Such a lack of national resolve
would be the rankest of insults to every man who gave his
life so that the Nation might live in honor and achieve its
destiny of leading the world to freedom.
Television land is saturated with apologizers and cynics.
But thank God for the inspired writers of the past and their
words of inspiration and appreciation for their native land
and the heroes we honor today.
Here is a composite of their great words. We have heard
them before, but it is always good to hear them again:
``We sit here in this promised land, but t'was they that
won it sword in hand''
``By the rude bridge which arched the flood . . . they
fired the shot heard 'round the world . . .''
``They had a rendezvous with death at some disputed
barricade on some scarred slope of a battered hill at
midnight in some flaming town . . .''
And now: ``On fame's eternal camping ground their silent
tents are spread and glory guards with silent round the
bivouac of the dead . . .''
``Oh wave, banner, wave above each hero's grave . . .''
``In Flanders Field where poppies grow . . .''
And: ``From these honored dead we take increased devotion
to that cause for which they gave their last full measure of
devotion . . .''
``There's a graveyard near the White House where the
Unknown Soldier lies''
And then it concludes with this famous line:
``I am the unknown soldier and maybe I died in vain, but if
I were alive and my country called, I'd do it all again.''--
for my country
``My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty . . . long
may our land be bright with freedom's holy light. Protect us
by Thy might, great God, our King.''
My friends, since I came home from World War II I have
spoken at many Memorial Day services like this one. And
always echoing from the sounding of taps among the crosses of
this Nation's heroes is the hope that when this Nation has
lived 1,000 years, it can be
said of each generation that the Stars and Stripes went
forward forever and no discordant bugle ever dared to sound
retreat.