Mr. Speaker, I rise today to recognize the patriotic essay on military service by one of my young constituents, Mr. Adam Brown of Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania. Adam's essay entitled, ``Narratives of Soldiery,'' was submitted for…
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to recognize the patriotic essay on military service by one of my young constituents, Mr. Adam Brown of Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania.
Adam's essay entitled, ``Narratives of Soldiery,'' was submitted for publication by Mr. Larry Babitts, a twice-wounded, two-war combat veteran and commander of the Military Order of the Purple Heart, Capitol City--West Shore Chapter 11, Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania. In his essay, Adam pays tribute to the courageous service and sacrifice of those men and women in uniform who selflessly guard our individual freedoms and liberties here at home and throughout the world.
Mr. Speaker, I am pleased to submit Adam's essay for publication in the Congressional Record, at Mr. Babbits' request. Adam's essay reminds all Americans that it is our solemn national duty to support our fellow citizens who volunteer to forfeit their own security to defend and preserve the rights and liberties that make our Nation the world's pinnacle of freedom. In Adam's words, ``there is no greater gift than serving your country.''
Narratives of Soldiery
(By Adam Brown)
Hang your head in shame, those who think themselves too
good for service, for there is no man who may say it with
truth. Those who find themselves in wealth's company and
belittle the soldier, hold your self-righteous tongues in the
presence of men greater than yourselves. Before your
mercurial words lash on the backs of the men who fight,
remember this; the dream that you live was delivered by those
men whom you belittled. For a rich man who thinks himself too
valuable for soldiery is worth less than the vagabond who
answers his nation's call.
All men of a free nation are indebted to nation that grants
them that freedom. And the soldier, violent so as his acts
may be, is the vessel with which those freedoms are
delivered. Go Curser of the warrior, exercise your freedoms;
speak what you will, worship what you will, and congregate
where you will, but rest your head at night with an uneasy
conscience. For when your nation looked for your service
in time of war, you lowered your head, so as not to be
recognized, so let your head stay lowered in dishonor.
Wise is the common man who recognizes his debt, and pays
it with his service, for there is no greater gift than
serving your country.
Common man, you may walk the roads of your country knowing
one absolute truth, every time you fought on our behalf,
every time you killed out of orders, and every time you held
a dying brother, you earned your rights. Every American gets
them, but you, oh noble veteran, have earned them in a way
the nay-sayer will never. And his riches can never buy what
you have earned. Keep this knowledge sacred, that in paying
the debt to your country, all others now owe that debt to
you. You now owe no man, only God.
Common man of soldiery, what you have done will be forever
with you, both your valiance and your nightmares. For every
soldier remembers, be it right or wrong, taking life. So when
you wake in your bed with cold sweat, find comfort; find
comfort in the fact that the actions that give you
nightmares, have also brought you honor. And search for a
small measure of peace. In a world that was fair, no one
would ask you to be strong again, because you have shown
enough strength for your entire lifetime. But, alas, this
world lacks perfection, and you are never rid of what is
asked of you.
Though it isn't fair, still you must be strong, strong for
your family, and your community. Do not search for
recognition for what you have done; it will come of itself.
It seems impossible to find enough toughness in oneself to
remain the pillar of strength for so many, but you can do it,
and you must do it. People will look to you as the military,
be it invited or not. So your actions reflect on the
military, the entire military, regardless of your branch, it
is for this reason you must still be strong. Though you
may not think it, you will find inner strength to hold up
all that you need to.
You who retreats from honor's light, again you are
addressed. When a soldier enters your presence, dare you not
to criticize or even meet eyes with him. For you did cower,
and no self-justification will nullify that fact. You have
the luxury of speaking ill of the nation, and its leader.
Carry with you any politics you may, speak ill of your
government if you see fit, for that is the first liberty we
took upon creating our country, but see the line between the
government, and the soldier. For that line is a canyon for
which there is no compare, And if you truly think ill of your
government, do not impose upon a soldier, your
dissatisfaction. For if not for him you would hail: a British
crown, a Mexican president, a slave holder, a German Furher,
a Japanese Emperor, a Korean Dictator, a Russian Czar, or an
Arab Sheik. This list is long and the common soldier did
fight and prevail over all these. So you have no place to
quarrel with such a noble man. Keep in mind, the soldier is
merely the sword of his people, to do what they wish. One
does not blame the sword for who it cuts down, or why it
cuts, the sword only does what its wielder commands. Yet
forget not your duty, to speak against the government if it
should become tyrannical, because you are bound by honor to
see the sword not abused.
Some men measure success in gold and things of beauty; I
pity these men. Some measure success in popularity, these men
too, I pity. For success is nothing more than accomplishing
something correctly, every man has done this, and every man
has failed at this. Men place too much importance on success,
and in doing so have neglected the most important of all
virtues, honor. But what is honor? Honor cannot be tasted,
seen, or heard, but felt; not just by he who is honorable,
but everyone around him as well. Honor is standing defiantly
in the face of that which is wrong and stating with a stem
voice and clenched fists, ``This is not right, and I will not
let this stand.'' Those words will emanate to the heavens and
rally the angels' cheers. Those words will shake hell to
hysteria and send demons fleeing in fear.
Take a moment, Common Man of the Soldier, and find simple
comfort in the fact that not all turn a blind eye to what you
have done. For what you carry with you; you are honored.