Thursday, November 11, 2004
On this day, Divine Justice
November 11, 2004.
On this day, we see Divine Justice.
On the day we remember that 'band of brothers,' our veterans and their comrades who were left behind, Yasser Arafat has breathed his last.
Immortalized in a poem entitled Flanders Field, on Vimy Ridge and a host of other long forgotten blood soaked battlefields, we, from who's ranks and families came those quiet men of honor, can clearly differentiate between the sacred glory of warriors for peace and liberty and the profane idolater of evil, Yasser Arafat.
Much will be written and said about Arafat over the next few days. Some will eulogize him as a great leader and father figure to the Palestinians and others will apologize and jsutify much of what he has done. Others, even more effusive, will refer to him as the ultimate 'freedom fighter,' as if to say he too, shared the honor of a noble warrior.
As I wrote once before, nothing could be further from the truth. Arafat was a terrorist of the worst kind. He attempted to put a noble face on his evil and to have it seen as good.
"Terrorism" is a description of a means, a method of deliberately attacking or threatening to attack civilian targets in order to achieve political goals. "Freedom fighting" is a description of an end, as a freedom fighter's goal is national liberation. An individual could participate in "terrorism" and "freedom fighting" simultaneously, because one word describes means, while the other describes ends. To say that a Palestinian suicide bomber is not condemnable as a terrorist because the bomber's cause is national liberation is to argue that the end justifies the means."
Arafat espoused the deliberate attempt to legitimize his evil deeds, by couching those deeds in terms of honor- as if somehow words alone could transform reality.
Those men, from the Great War, WW2, Korea, Vietnam and now, Iraq, share no moral equivalence to Yasser Arafat's 'freedom fighting.'
Those men fought a war to bring freedom and liberty to those who would take them away.
Those men fought a war for to defend the highest principles, that all men should be free.
Those men fought a war in the hope, naive perhaps, that through their efforts, blood and tears, there would be an end to all wars.
Believing in those principles, some of those men were never came home, instead buried in fields close and far away. Some graves remain unmarked, are the bottom of a forever cold ocean, with young and good men entombed in deep dark water, never to have the sun shine on on their final resting places.
Familes too, paid for their sacrifices.
Children who never again would see their father.
Wives learning that, 'what God hath brought together' can be 'torn asunder,' at the hands of other men that held close evil to their heats.
Parents, having to live through nature in reverse, burying their sons and daughters.
Yasser Arafat and his ilk know nothing of such nobility. They know nothing of sacrifice, only of greed and deceit. They fight not for the principles that make men great, but rather for what makes men petty and cruel.
They rejoice at the death of innocents and in a world turned upside down, refer to the murderers as 'martyrs,' to be glorified amd revered.
In all of wars darkest hours, we spoke of high ideals and principles. We spoke of freedom and the determination that we would pay, with our blood, so that ourselves and others may live free. Our leaders asked not for glory, but rather suffered in anguish at the loss of young lives.
"I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle
So said Abraham Lincoln, in a letter to a mother who lost 5 sons, defending the nation. These are not the words of a leader, who with calculated indifference, pushed children into harms way, so as to garner sympathy for himself and his cause.
Arafat was incapable of even understanding what liberty means, much less the Altar of Freedom Lincoln referred to.
The Palestinians deserve a homeland, no doubt. They deserve to make the decisions and choices that will affect their lives. They do not have that right to take that away from others, as so many of openly say they wish to do.
Freedom is earned, not given away. Freedom must been paid for and sometimes defended, with the blood of patriots.
Arafat never offered freedom to his people, only tyranny and hate.
It is on this day, we can clearly contrast the differences between mean of real honor and those that defile it.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
"I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which shall attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. "
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Sleep well, oh Band of Brothers. The torch you have passed is in good hands. We have not broken faith with you. Those noble ideals and beliefs for which you paid so much, are safe in the hands of all good, free men.