I am sitting here with my computer on my lap, the Super Bowl is playing and I am rooting for the Denver Broncos, just want Peyton Manning to go out big, Cam’s got a lot of years to win his ring yet. The presentation of America the Beautiful was wonderful and then Lady Gaga stood and sang our National Anthem the way it should be sung, with conviction and power, just wow! It might not mean the same to you as it does to me, the singing of that great old hymn but I can’t listen to it with out memories going through my mind that caused tears to roll and drop onto this keyboard.
When I was a little girl I didn’t understand why it was so important, we stood every day and held our hand over our heart to quote the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag, then everyone said a scripture. When the National Anthem was sung at any occasion my dad would stand with his big hand over his heart and tears in his eyes. To him it represented the freedom to worship because his family left their homeland of Armenia to escape the massacre of the Armenians because of religious prejudice courtesy of the Turkish Muslims. I have seen my grandfather, who was fourteen when he came to this country, kneel and kiss the ground and tell us how important it was to pray for our land and for our leadership whether we agreed with their politics or not. I have to say that the past eight years has given me opportunity for a lot of praying, but I digress.
I saw something that made me stop and think, “If you are reading this thank a teacher. If you are reading this in English thank a soldier.” I don’t often state my opinion on things in the political arena but I when I feel very strongly about something I have the right to state my opinion and that is what I am about to do. Greg Gutfield made the statement that “tolerant people are tolerant until you disagree with them”, that is a very true statement so if you disagree with me so be it!
The crisis of the Bay of Pigs, April 17, 1961, began and the world got a little smaller that day, then the great tragedy of my generation, the Viet Nam War, so many young men off to fight in the jungles of a country I had never heard of, hearing people make fun of the way President Kennedy said “Laos”, then “Nam” which slipped easier over the tongues of the reporters telling us every day how many Troops had been lost. Before my time my parents had to face WWll, with Hitler and the Nazis, and before them their parents faced WWl and the Kaiser.
Did the people that fought in these wars join because they wanted to join? Were they drafted? Did they join in hopes of getting an education paid for at the end of their time in the service? Whatever the reason, they went, they served, and they died. I am thankful to them! John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this that a man lay down his life for his friends. Because of the battle that is going on about gun control I began to think of the people who died in order to protect that very right, the 2nd Amendment, which says: A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed. What are we thinking?
I looked up some facts about the Viet Nam War just to see how many of our troops lost their lives defending our rights and found this in Wikipedia: “The Vietnam War Memorial, “The Wall”, lists over 58,000 names of those who were killed during the conflict. According to American War and Military Operations Casualties: Lists and Statistics, a report completed by Hannah Fischer for Knowledge Services Group, there were 58,209 U.S. military members killed in the Vietnam War. Of these, 47,424 were combat related with 10,785 deaths from other causes. There were a total of 8,744,000 U.S. military personnel who took part in the Vietnam War.”
Are we willing to let their deaths be in vain? To willingly give up freedoms when they fought so hard for us to keep them? First we sat back and let one woman take prayer out of the schools, how many children were killed in schools back then? They even died so that an arrogant teen can sit on his ass in class instead of standing to put his hand over his heart and say the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of our country?
A gun doesn’t kill anyone unless a person picks it up and uses it, just as a car doesn’t kill someone until a drunk or distracted driver gets behind the wheel.
A few stats according to MAAD says: Almost every 90 seconds, a person is injured in a drunk driving crash.
On average, one in three people will be involved in a drunk driving crash in their lifetime.
In 2011, 9,878 people died in drunk driving crashes – one every 53 minutes.
An average drunk driver has driven drunk 80 times before first arrest.
Adults drank too much and got behind the wheel about 112 million times in 2010 – that is almost 300,000 incidents of drinking and driving each day.
Drunk driving costs the United States $132 billion a year.
Every day in America, another 27 people die as a result of drunk driving crashes.
My question is this, why don’t we outlaw cars? Better yet why don’t we outlaw alcohol, which is sold in every store and in most cases is now even available on Sundays?
Why don’t we have more strict rules about who can come into this country?
And why are we afraid to say who we feel is responsible for the terror and horror of the death of over three thousand people in the Twin Towers?
I know that all Muslims are not responsible even as all Turkish people are not responsible for the Armenian Massacre but they can’t sugar-coat the fact that it happened can they?
For us to sit down for our freedoms to be cut away one by one is to give up life, as we know it. The Turkish government convinced the Armenians to give up all their weapons with the promise of protection and as soon as they were helpless the Turkish soldiers of the Ottoman Empire moved in on these helpless and un-armed people and began to demand they give up their belief in Jesus Christ as the Son of God, and when they would not they were killed, tortured, skinned alive, babies cut out of the pregnant mother’s stomach in front of the father and then asked the question “Where is your Jesus now?”
There is an old saying that “a stitch in time saves nine” and it’s true, if you catch a rip when it is small you can save the garment, but if you wait until the material is shredded there is no salvation for it.
I know that this obscure article on my obscure site will not make a difference but if I don’t at least say it “out loud” then I feel I have slapped the face of every soldier that has ever died on any battlefield so that we could worship in the manner that we want to worship, drive our own car, drink alcohol, go to school, carry a Bible and yes carry a gun!