I rarely lose marital arguments, but this one I lost — decisively. [Read more...]
I rarely lose marital arguments, but this one I lost — decisively. [Read more...]
On a recent trip to buy a printer at Office Depot in Brentwood, Tennessee, the kids and I noticed a sign on the checkout which read “Be Brave,” with this tagline: “We Supply Bravery.” [Read more...]
The following is a special Memorial Day guest post from our friend, Douglas E. Baker:
Ten rocks rest on the top of Corporal Benjamin Stephen Kopp’s headstone in Arlington National Cemetery. On an early Spring afternoon, three Army Rangers stand near his grave in their dress uniform discussing the life of this young man who died of wounds suffered in Afghanistan. Stories of the fallen quickly spread through Ranger ranks, and they heard about Ben’s life and heroic death on his first tour of duty in Afghanistan after serving two tours in Iraq.
While attending the funeral of another fallen Ranger, they walked by Ben’s grave to remember and ponder how the only child from a broken home in Minnesota could rise to such heroic heights only to find his end among the thousands of others who rest in the cemetery’s hallowed grounds. They lamented that so few know the stories of men, like Ben Kopp, who gave their lives in service to their nation.
These three Rangers spoke of a growing dichotomy between members of the American citizenry: those who have worn the uniform and those who have not. Speaking off the record, these young men tell of a creeping disrespect born of total ignorance of what actually happens in a theater of battle. Proportionate to the United States population, so few young Americans have seen what they have seen. At only 21 years old, these three soldiers have watched friends bleeding from the mouth as their lives drained away in bitter drops. They have held the hand of friends who seconds earlier had been running down a hill only to be shot at close range and die far from home in a place where the heat and the smell of the air would make most Americans their age nauseous.
There are thousands of stories of military heroes who anonymously serve in the shadows of the American consciousness. And these are the very men that Marcus Luttrell seeks to bring into the light. His newest book, Service: A Naval Seal at War, picks up where his first book left off. Lone Survivor told of his near-death experience with the Taliban, and serves as the written account and memorial of the lives of Danny Deitz, Michael Murphy, and Matthew Axelson. The story of Murphy’s Ridge will stand for generations because of Luttrell, whose writing reveals the horrors of war and the deep grief of saying goodbye to his brothers who died heroically at his side.
Men who serve in combat seldom get over it. The trauma of observing a violent death changes the way the mind and the body coordinate. Sleep is often elusive, and the mental snapshots seldom fade even years after the gunfire grows silent. Luttrell is no exception. The growing chasm between warriors and civilians was personally evidenced by Luttrell after his service abroad when his four-year-old yellow Labrador, DASY, was brutally beaten and murdered by young men a decade younger and a world away from him.
His recent interview with Matt Lauer on the release of the book reveals a man – now a husband and father – who still holds little patience for those who attempt either to avoid the reality of war altogether or to sensationalize the tactics of covert communities who operate under a cloak of secrecy. He desires to tell the stories of men and women who daily live in areas of the world where they die alone — never to be remembered by the people they serve unto death.
War is the most striking reminder of sin known to man. Just war theory and the elaborate philosophical and theological apparatus surrounding armed conflict between nations matter little to the mother who sits before a flag-draped casket containing the body of an only son felled by an enemy’s bullet. Wives wail when they say good-bye to their husbands. Children come to Arlington Cemetery to view the only visible reminder that they had a father or brother or sister who never came home.
Three years passed since Ben Kopp graduated from Rosemount High School near Minneapolis, MN and the day he died at Walter Reed Medical Center. A picture of him clad in combat attire is affixed to the back of his headstone where a text from Holy Scripture appears: “Greater love hath no man than this, than a man lay down his life for his friends, John 15:13.”
Theologically, heroism of the sort that Kopp’s life portrays and Luttrell’s writing conveys is but a reminder of another life of one man who experienced violent persecution and death of the sort that few human beings ever encounter. In that death, however, a great transaction took place that would one day render the graves of those like Benjamin Kopp obsolete. For Kopp had confessed that the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead would one day make death powerless to swallow up his life in a grave. Until that moment when the final tear falls, stories like that of Benjamin Stephen Kopp remind us that another war has already been fought and won, and when the full scope of that victory is finally realized then no war shall ever be fought again.
Listen to the segment here.
Earlier this week, writing in response to my discussion of chaplains on the 700 Club, a reader made the following comment:
[Y]our concluding statement is stunning: “religious liberty and faith is a critical part of the warrior ethos.” Even in the just war tradition (which I don’t hold, but assume you do), how can you defend this? Perhaps I’m foolish to try and engage in dialogue with you, since your “about the French Revolution” description shows me that my sentimental pacifist regard for the Jesus ethos probably won’t get very far.
While his reference to pacifism as the “Jesus ethos” was likely calculated to get a rise out of me, his comment does require a thoughtful response. To begin, I’ll go to the same source that inspired Nancy’s Corner post this week. I’m speaking, of course, of the 1980s sitcom, Family Ties.
Last night, during our nightly family viewing of Netflixed classics, we ran across an episode where the Keatons are robbed and reach the gut-wrenching (for them) decision to buy a gun. My kids, who are used to a heavily-armed household and have shot rifles and pistols many times themselves (we’re thoroughly prepared for the zombie apocalypse), laughed at the Keatons’ inability to handle the small pistol they bought. The episode was hilarious, and it ends — predictably enough — with a chastened Steven Keaton renewing his pledge never to hurt another human being and returning the gun.
It was a great show, and I appreciated Steven’s reluctance to harm another person, but I couldn’t help thinking, “How would his kids feel if the worst happened, and he refused to effectively defend their lives?”
Several years ago, I had an interesting conversation with a pastor friend of mine. My friend explained that — despite a personal interest in military history — he was becoming increasingly pacifist. I eventually challenged his pacifism with the ultimate trump card: “What about Hitler? Wouldn’t pacifism have doomed even millions more? Wasn’t misguided European pacifism that inspired appeasement largely responsible for the millions of deaths that did result?”
Interestingly, he didn’t respond with a defense of American or English pacifism in the face of the German threat, he responded with the statement that Brits and Americans had to fight because German pacifism failed. Had German pacifists had the courage of their convictions — or had they existed in sufficient numbers — Hitler would never have been able to initiate wars of conquest or implement the “Final Solution.”
But is this true? His response brought to mind numerous examples of massive social change brought about by nonviolent protest movements — Gandhi and Indian independence; Martin Luther King, Jr. and the civil rights movement; “People Power” in the Philippines and the end of Marcos’ reign; and, most recently, Bishop Tutu and the end of apartheid in South Africa. However, for each of the examples above, you’ll note that the nonviolence worked because the powers in place were civilized enough that the protestors were given the opportunity to make their case and change the hearts of nations.
By contrast, imagine a nonviolent protest movement in Stalin’s Russia, or Mao’s China, or Kim’s North Korea, or, yes, Hitler’s Germany. Would Gandhi have lived even for ten minutes after the SS discovered his sedition? For an example taken from the very year that Steven Keaton first expressed his pacifism on national television, Syria’s Hafez Al-Assad responded to rebellion in Hama by calling out the army, circling the town with troops and shelling the city until 20,000 Syrian protestors lay dead. Thus ended Syria’s first protest movement. Saddam Hussein was known to pave over bound and gagged protestors with hot asphalt. In Southern Iraq, there are streets in Shi’ite towns where you can literally drive over the entombed bodies of dead families.
When Neville Chamberlain triumphantly proclaimed “peace in our time,” he did not do so out of malevolence or out of any sympathy for Hitler’s anti-semitic evil. He did so because, frankly, he could not bear the thought of another war. We in America still weep for our 58,000 Vietnam War dead. Imagine Britain in 1938. They were exactly 20 years removed from a conflict where they lost more than a million men — an entire generation of young people.
World War I was supposed to be the event that exposed the futility of “national greatness” wars. A great wave of pacifism swept the western world. Pacifist-influenced isolationism was so strong in America that we were happy (grateful, even) to sit on the sidelines as Hitler’s panzers blitzed across Europe and as first thousands, then tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands of civilians were slaughtered.
War should never be celebrated like it was in August, 1914, when festive crowds gathered in the streets to drape soldiers with flowers and celebrate the dispatch of millions of young men to history’s (then) greatest bloodbath. We should never fight simply for “national greatness.” Yet how many times can we see genocide coming and do nothing to stop it? Rwanda. Bosnia. Kosovo. Sudan. Can there be any doubt that the hearts of men can be very dark indeed? Can there be any doubt that some cultures learned the wrong lessons from Stalin’s purges, Hitler’s gas chambers, Mao’s famines and Pol Pot’s killing fields? In the words of Hitler, as he planned the Final Solution: “After all, who remembers the Armenians?” It is our responsibility to remember the Armenians, and the Jews, and the Ukrainians, and the Chinese, and the Cambodians, and the Tutsis, and the Bosnians, and the Kosovars, and the South Sudanese. It is our collective responsibility to swear the same oath sworn by Jewish nation in 1948 — “Never again.”
Many Christians draw such bright distinctions between the Old Testament and New Testament it’s as if they’re discussing two different Gods. While there are two testaments, there are not two Gods. From the dawn of time, there has always been, in the words of Solomon, “a time for peace and a time for war.” In the immediate aftermath of September 11, I heard a prominent evangelical Christian note that it was not the place of the American government to punish Osama, that vengeance belonged to God. He quoted Romans 12:19 “It is mine to avenge, I will repay.” Yet he neglected to read into the next chapter: “[R]ulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. For he is God’s servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God’s servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer.”
I believe God is able to change the hearts of men in response to prayer, to bring peace when war seems imminent. The story of the Philippines’ People Power Revolution is nothing short of astounding. Yet God himself also recognized there is a time for war. A need for the sword. Our responsibility is to attempt to accurately discern the times — to ensure that the sword is unsheathed only when it must be unsheathed.
The distinction between the Islamic radicals we fight in Iraq, Afghanistan, and elsewhere and Hitler’s SS lies not in intent, but in capacity. Hitler’s evil was supported by the full weight of German industry and Prussian militarism. He commanded — at that time — perhaps the single-most powerful army the world had ever seen. Islamic terrorists have no such force, but they wield the force they do have with terrifying brutality. And we now face the looming specter of jihadists in Iran possessing a weapon Hitler never could obtain.
For the pacifist in the face of horrific danger, I am reminded of the words of the prophet Jeremiah: “They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious. ‘Peace, peace,’ they say, when there is no peace.” The wounds are serious. The lives of millions of God’s children hang in the balance.
I’ve prayed for the Iraqi people. My friends and brothers lay down their lives for Iraqis. I’ve prayed for peace in the Middle East. But did Christians not pray for the Bosnians? Did Christians not pray for Rwandans? How many millions must die while we pray? Can we not pray and act decisively? Or do we watch tragedy unfold and then one day — amidst the smoking rubble — lament the failure of the Iranian pacifism?
When Jesus commanded individuals to turn the other cheek. He was not commanding the government to turn my cheek, to expose my family to the horror of jihad. While there is ample biblical precedent for self-sacrifice, I see no precedent for willingly abandoning others to the will of evil men.
So, my pacifist friend, you may choose not to defend yourself. But — please — don’t try to stop me from defending you . . . and your family.
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Today in Townhall I ask why there aren’t more veterans in America’s op-ed pages. It begins:
After almost one full decade of continuous war, the gap between America’s veterans and our cultural elites is wider than ever. With ROTC (until recently) removed from our top-tier campuses, lingering anti-military biases that date from the Vietnam war, and an understandable reticence to risk promising futures on foreign battlefields, our culture-makers have shunned military service – at great cost to our country.
Take a look at the editorial pages of five of America’s largest-circulation and most influential publications, the Los Angeles Times, the New York Times, USA Today, the Wall Street Journal and the Washington Post. How many columnist-veterans do you see? How many veterans of Iraq or Afghanistan? By my count, I don’t see a single veteran of our current wars.
Yesterday in The Corner, Nancy talked about Alex P. Keaton, the New York Times, and teen sex. She begins:
Alex P. Keaton, 17, lost his virginity to a college student he wooed over a discussion about his favorite economist, Milton Friedman.
I realized this after we began showing our kids 1980s-era TV shows, after running out of bandwidth for Hannah Montana. Over the past years, the kids have laughed at Murdock’s antics on the A-Team, imitated Arnold’s ”WhatchutalkingaboutWillis” on Diff’rent Strokes, and enjoyed Dr. Huxtable’s rants on The Cosby Show.
And Christianity Today reviewed our book! The bottom line? The reviewer liked it . . . except for our politics. Her core paragraphs:
The Frenches are funny, incisive writers, never straying into overly sentimental territory. The book winsomely recounts their sometimes comical, often touching daily lives: buying a dog for the kids from fancy dog breeders, stumping for a Mormon Yankee governor in Tennessee, being crammed into armored vehicles, seeing World of Warcraft triumph over Rock Band as the base’s game of choice. They let us peek in on their communication, misunderstandings, and deep love for one another.
While the integrity of the authors’ decision to go beyond mere patriotic words toward real and risky action is inspiring, at times the book suffers from an overdose of political commentary. Nancy admits that “politics bound us together in the way some couples play golf or watch movies,” and the Frenches are well known in the conservative political world: David is senior legal counsel at the American Center for Law and Justice, and he and Nancy (whose previous books include the memoir A Red State of Mind) campaign for Mitt Romney, run the popular Evangelicals for Mitt blog, and are regular commentators in publications such as National Review.
That’s the news for now. Stay tuned. More to come.