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  • Remember the Warriors Who Made the Supreme Sacrifice

    Don’t waste any of your time on this earth ~

    By retired Navy SEAL Officer - Jocko Willink

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    I am the fallen soldier, sailor, airman, and Marine.

    Remember me.

    I am the one that held the line.

    Sometimes I volunteered. Sometimes I went because I was told to go.

    But when the nation called – I answered.

    In order to serve, I left behind the family, friends, and freedom that so many take for granted.

    Over time, I used different weapons: a sword, a musket, a bayonet, a rifle, a machine gun.

    Often, I marched into battle on foot – countless miles – across whole continents. I had little water and even less food. But it did not matter. We had a job to do.

    Other times, I rode to battle on horseback or in wagons; sometimes on trains; later in tanks or Jeeps or Humvees.

    In early wars, my ships were made of wood and powered by the wind.

    Later they were made of steel and powered by diesel fuel or the atom.

    I even took to the air and mastered the sky in planes, helicopters, and jets.

    The machines of war evolved and changed with the times.

    But remember that it was always me – the warrior – that had to fight our nation’s enemies.

    I fought at Lexington and Concord as our nation was born.

    I crossed the Delaware on Christmas day in 1776. Freedom was on our side.

    I defended The Chattahoochee river in the War of 1812. I would stand again.

    In the Civil War, I fought with my brothers – and against my brothers – at Gettysburg and Shiloh and Bull Run. I learned that we must never again divide.

    In World War l, I marched on the Marne and held the line at Belleau Wood. The War to end all wars, they called it. I just called it hell.

    In World War ll, I fought everywhere: from the beaches of Normandy and the Battle of the Bulge, to the sands of Iwo Jima and the hell of Guadalcanal. I stood against tyranny and kept darkness from consuming the world.

    In Korea I landed at Inchon and broke out of the Chosin Reservoir. They called it the forgotten war – but I never forgot.

    In Vietnam, I went and I fought in the Mekong Delta and at Ia Drang and Khe Sanh and Hamburger hill. Some say my country waivered. But I did not waiver. Ever.

    In the recent past I have fought in Grenada, Panama, Somalia, and other desperate places around the globe.

    And finally I have fought in Iraq and Afghanistan. In Baghdad, Fallujah, and Ramadi.

    In Kunar, Helmand, and Kandahar.

    As technology advanced, I used night vision goggles and global positioning systems and drones and lasers and thermal optics.

    But it was still me, a human being, that did the work.

    It was me that patrolled up the mountains or across the desert or through the streets.

    It was me that suffered in the merciless heat and the bitter cold.

    It was me that went out, night after night, to confront our nation’s enemies and confront evil face to face.

    It was me.

    Remember me. I was a warrior.

    But also remember:

    That I was not only a warrior.

    I was not just a soldier, sailor, airman, or Marine.

    Remember also: that I was a son, a brother, a father.

    I was a daughter, a sister, a mother.

    I was a person – like you – a real person with hopes and dreams for the future.

    I wanted to have children.

    I wanted to watch my children grow up.

    I wanted to see my son score a touchdown or shoot the winning basket.

    I wanted to walk my daughter down the aisle.

    I wanted to kiss my wife again.

    I wanted to grow old with her – and be there to hold her hand when life grew hard.

    When I told her I would be with her until the end – I meant it.

    When I told my children I would always be there for them – I meant it.

    But I gave all that away.

    All of it.

    On that distant battlefield, on some god-forsaken patch of dirt, amongst the fear and the fire and the bullets.

    Or in the sky above enemy territory filled with flak.

    Or on the unforgiving sea where we fought against the enemy and against the depths of the abyss.

    There, in those awful places: I held the line.

    I did not waiver and I did not hesitate.

    I: The Soldier, Sailor, Airman, or Marine.

    I stood my ground and sacrificed my life – my future, my hopes, my dreams.

    I sacrificed everything – for you.

    This Memorial Day, remember me: the fallen warrior.

    And remember me not for my sake – but for yours.

    Remember what I sacrificed so you can truly appreciate the incredible treasures you have: Life. Liberty. The pursuit of happiness.

    You have the joys of life, the joys that I gave up, so that you can relish in them:

    A cool wind in the air.

    The gentle spring grass on your bare feet.

    The warm summer sun on your face.

    Family. Friends. And freedom.

    Never forget where it all came from.

    It came from sacrifice: The supreme sacrifice.

    Don’t waste it. Don’t waste any of your time on this earth.

    Live a life that honors the sacrifice of our fallen heroes.

    Remember them always. And make every day...Memorial Day.
    To infinity...and beyond.

  • #2
    Beautiful. Thank you for posting that, Lum.


    "Remember what I sacrificed so you can truly appreciate the incredible treasures you have: Life. Liberty. The pursuit of happiness.

    You have the joys of life, the joys that I gave up, so that you can relish in them:"

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    • #3
      Originally posted by Peanut View Post
      Beautiful. Thank you for posting that, Lum.


      "Remember what I sacrificed so you can truly appreciate the incredible treasures you have: Life. Liberty. The pursuit of happiness.

      You have the joys of life, the joys that I gave up, so that you can relish in them:"

      It all but moved me to tears reading this because it's so true.

      I think it puts so much of our entire life into perspective. We may not all agree on everything...but we can all agree that freedom is a gift that we should never take for granted.

      Wishing all of you well this Memorial Day. Please take a moment to reflect on the true cost of that freedom.

      To infinity...and beyond.

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      • #4
        I posted in the NASCAR thread that I love what they do for the Coca-Cola 600. They have patriotic paint schemes and the name of a fallen hero on the front windows of the cars. Some of the families were able to be there. Such a nice tribute.
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        • #5
          Hope it was a happy day, and one for at least a momentary pause....

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