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Monday, May 22, 2017

John Is My Heart

This is a well-written article about a father who put several of his kids through expensive colleges but one son wanted to be a Marine. His observation is a very interesting commentary that says a lot about our failing and fallen society.

John Is My Heart

By Frank Schaeffer of the Washington Post

"Before my son became a Marine, I never thought much about who was defending me. Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully. Sometimes I cry.

In 1999, when the barrel-chested Marine recruiter showed up in dress blues and bedazzled my son John, I did not stand in the way. John was headstrong, and he seemed to understand these stern, clean men with straight backs and flawless uniforms. I did not. I live in the Volvo-driving, higher education-worshiping North Shore of Boston I write novels for a living. I have never served in the military.

It had been hard enough sending my two older children off to Georgetown and New York University. John's enlisting was unexpected, so deeply unsettling. I did not relish the prospect of answering the question, "So where is John going to college?" from the parents who were itching to tell me all about how their son or daughter was going to Harvard. At the private high school John attended, no other students were going into the military.

"But aren't the Marines terribly Southern?" (Says a lot about open-mindedness in the Northeast) asked one perplexed mother while standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. "What a waste, he was such a good student," said another parent. One parent (a professor at a nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should
"carefully evaluate what went wrong."

When John graduated from three months of boot camp on Parris Island, 3000 parents and friends were on the parade deck stands. We parents and our Marines not only were of many races but also were representative of many economic classes. Many were poor. Some arrived crammed in the backs of pickups, others by bus. John told me that a lot of parents could not afford the trip.

We in the audience were white and Native American. We were Hispanic, Arab, and African American, and Asian. We were former Marines wearing the scars of battle, or at least baseball caps emblazoned with battles' names. We were Southern whites from Nashville and skinheads from New Jersey, black kids from Cleveland wearing ghetto rags and white ex-cons with ham-hock forearms defaced by jailhouse tattoos. We would not have been mistaken for the educated and well-heeled parents gathered on the lawns of John's private school a half-year before.

After graduation one new Marine told John, "Before I was a Marine, if I had ever seen you on my block I would've probably killed you just because you were standing there." This was a serious statement from one of John's good friends, a black ex-gang member from Detroit who, as John said, "would die for me now, just like I'd die for him."

My son has connected me to my country in a way that I was too selfish and insular to experience before. I feel closer to the waitress at our local diner than to some of my oldest friends. She has two sons in the Corps. They are facing the same dangers as my boy. When the guy who fixes my car asks me how John is doing, I know he means it. His younger brother is in the Navy.

Why were I and the other parents at my son's private school so surprised by his choice? During World War II, the sons and daughters of the most powerful and educated families did their bit. If the idea of the immorality of the Vietnam War was the only reason those lucky enough to go to college dodged the draft, why did we not encourage our children to volunteer for military service once that war was done?

Have we wealthy and educated Americans all become pacifists? Is the world a safe place? Or have we just gotten used to having somebody else defend us? What is the future of our democracy when the sons and daughters of the janitors at our elite universities are far more likely to be put in harm's way than are any of the students whose dorms their parents clean?

I feel shame because it took my son's joining the Marine Corps to make me take notice of who is defending me. I feel hope because perhaps my son is part of a future "greatest generation." As the storm clouds of war gather, at least I know that I can look the men and women in uniform in the eye. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. John is my heart.

Faith is not about everything turning out OK; Faith is about being OK no matter how things turn out."

Oh, how I wish so many of our younger generations could read this article. It makes me so sad to hear the way they talk with no respect for what their fathers, grandfathers and great grandfathers experienced so they can live in freedom. Freedom has been replaced with Free-Dumb.

8 comments:

  1. Interesting story. Three out of four boys in my family served and mom proudly displayed the blue stars in the window. I witnessed boys become men in 13 weeks and frankly believe the military changed my life and perspective as well.

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  2. Sums up the discourse that disconnects those that have and will defend our Nation, and those that won't no matter the reason. This is not the country I grew up in anymore and it saddens me.

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  3. Beautifully written and sadly true. Disrespect extends to law enforcement too. Hope this gets widely read.

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  4. This needs to be posted again and in another month, again. Heart warming!

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  5. I have lived and worked in the state of Massachusetts and I can tell you first hand, some of them are the most arrogant, self righteous, prideful people I had the displeasure of meeting. They have a low opinion of anyone south of the Mason Dixon line, and anyone who does have a college degree from an Ivy League college. Not everyone was like this, but there were enough of them, that, I would think twice about every visiting that state again.

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  6. Anonymous Anonymous said...
    I have lived and worked in the state of Massachusetts and I can tell you first hand, some of them are the most arrogant, self righteous, prideful people I had the displeasure of meeting. They have a low opinion of anyone south of the Mason Dixon line, and anyone who does have a college degree from an Ivy League college. Not everyone was like this, but there were enough of them, that, I would think twice about every visiting that state again.

    May 22, 2017 at 12:13 PM

    Sad but true

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  7. My son left for boot camp on Mother's Day - GOD Bless the US armed forces!

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  8. 2:13- I think I met you at Lowe's parking lot. YOU GOT THIS, MoM!!

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