In light of the cowardly way we ran and hid in Boston when two terrorists were loose; given the reaction of the British crowd to a soldier being massacred by two Muslims in Britain; as we watch the Swedes endure day after day of Islamist youth on a rampage, I’ve come to a conclusion. It was neatly solidified when Walter Russell Mead quoted In Flanders Fields in his Memorial Day column:
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.
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!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Mead correctly points out that the poem does not call for us to feel sorry for the dead, but to carry on their fight. Mead was more of a mind to remind us not to just pity, but to remember and to honor what the dead fought for. For me, its a slightly different take. As a person who had read libraries of history with a definite concentration on military matters, I remember all of the men of our civilization who have fought. To me, any man who took up arms in his nation’s cause and who did his duty honorably and nobly is worthy of my respect and remembrance – and my best efforts to see that what is right and good in our civilization is defended. Of course those who died for my nation hold pride of place in my heart and mind, but I spare a thought, from time to time, for those British who died for King and Country; those Russian who bled for their Tsar; those Kaisertreu Hapsburg soldiers who faced hopeless odds at Sadowa. All of them stood forth and did their duty as men, as Christians and as citizens of our common civilization.
These days, we don’t do much as men, Christians or citizens. Only a tiny minority of us serve, at all. I wonder, deep down, how many of us would fight if pressed to it. Yes, indeed, I wonder if I would. I hope I would. I hope, that is, if I am ever confronted with enemies setting upon one of my people with knives that I would join the fray – not with any thought of winning or surviving, but only of showing the enemy that we fight – and fight for each other, even against terrible odds. The enemy certainly fights. You can call Islamism whatever you will. You, first off, won’t be any more condemnatory than I am. Secondly, it doesn’t matter – it is what they believe and it is what they will fight for. What will we fight for?
The enemy confronts a weak-kneed, socialized, multi-cultural mush which does not even carry a sword, let alone know how to use it. Why was that British soldier unarmed? For that matter, why were our own soldiers at Ft. Hood unarmed, sitting ducks? To our elites, this is as it should be – because cowards to a man and woman, they think that swords breed war. They are wrong; cowardice and greed breed war – and we are being both cowardly and greedy. Latching on to consumer goods and personal comfort without even an ounce of courage to fight for the tattered remnants of the civilization which provides our goodies and personal comfort. The enemy is also greedy – greedy for what we have; but they are not cowardly – they are quite brave. Brave enough to drive a sword in to us as far as it will go – and with their strongest contempt being towards those who speak words of “peace” and want us all to respect Islam.
Will we ever fight? Right now, this very day, somewhere in the world (and likely in many different places) a non-Muslim is being robbed, raped or murdered by a Muslim. They kill us in our own streets as often as they can – what do you think they do to non-Muslims who are entirely in their power? Go do a Google search if you don’t believe – just search “Muslim+Murder+Christian”. See the results. Read them, as long as your stomach can take it. Why are they doing it? Because they can and because they believe they should – and they will carry ever more of that to us unless we fight them.
But will we? I doubt. I, as I’ve said, have read a lot of military history. I think of the soldiers on Bataan – cut off, on 1/4 rations, ammunition low, no medicine, no hope of aid…and still they fought on, those Battling Bastards of Bataan, betrayed by their own nation and left to die…but determined to sell their lives with usury against the enemy until all methods of resistance were exhausted. Do any of you reading this believe that we have that sort of courage today? The enemy does. He held out for 6 weeks in Fallujah in similar circumstances. Sure, we crushed him – but we also had overwhelming superiority. If the positions were reversed, I do wonder what would happen. This is not a slur upon our troops – it is a slur upon us; imagine if an American unit were trapped and doomed…would we stand firm while they fought and only considered that we’d have to pay the enemy back? Or would we wring our hands and demand a “cease fire” so that “peace talks” could ensue and our troops be brought out?
Swords don’t breed war; they breed peace. Armed and ready to use our weapons, we’d have a much better chance of peace with our enemies. Indeed, armed and ready to use our weapons, we’d have a much better chance of befriending our enemies. You can’t keep the sword pointed at each other forever – you either have to thrust, or mutually lower it, and come to some sort of workable arrangement. And from an arrangement you can get actual peace…and maybe, at times, even friendship…but an armed friendship. A friendship of no illusions. A friendship which both friends know may at some time need to be broken – and so both friends better stay armed and ready to fight…even if its merely against a common enemy who wishes to destroy both. We keep alternating between “negotiations” with the enemy while dropping the odd, drone-carried hellfire missile and all we’ll get is enemies who hold us in ever greater contempt – who will come to believe (if they haven’t already) that killing us is doing us a favor, because why should such lilly-livered people suffer to live?
It is fight or die – it is carry the battle to the enemy and start to drive our sword in to him as far as it will go, or we will eventually go down. Of course, to fight we have to believe in something. I believe in God and His Holy Church; I believe in our sublime Declaration of Independence. I’ll fight for that. I hope others will, too. But I wonder if there are enough believers of any sort among us – believers who can and will fight for what they believe. Time will tell.