Soldiers’ Eyes
Tuesday, April 17th, 2007The events at Virginia Tech yesterday are a sad reminder that even in places where we feel safe, we are not truly secure. The person who killed thirty two people before taking his own life did not seem to have a political agenda, but after watching the news reports yesterday, and the memorial service today, it seems that political squabbling was inevitable. My heart goes out to those who were affected by the brutal execution of the thirty people in the classroom, and the two in the dorms. Wishes for a renewed chance at life go out to those who were hospitalized, to those who still cling to life in the intensive care units, to those who are in stable condition, and to those who have already been discharged. My heart breaks for those who have had to watch the horrible events unfold first hand, who have had to retrieve the bodies from that classroom, and who have known the people who were killed and wounded yesterday.
I wish that there was more that could be done for those who were affected by this tragedy. It is not easy to sit by and watch such a large group of people united together in grief. If I could, I would take the collective grief upon myself, so that these people could get on with their lives, continue to learn, to teach, and to be the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters that they are.
Perhaps I have seen too much tragedy in my life already, and I am becoming numb to events like this. I have had a friend go to jail, losing his job as a police man forever, because he was involved in an accident that was not his fault. The politics that the media created behind the event ensured that a good man went to prison. I have had a close friend die in a car accident, simply because someone failed to notice that a tire was dangerously worn. I have seen injustices done to others, and injustices have been done to myself, either from malice or from negligence. Yesterday, though, I found it hard to cry, as I’ve done so often in the past when a major injustice has occurred.
That is, I found it hard to cry until I saw the eyes of the ROTC cadets who posted the colors.
There were six future officers on Color Guard detail for the memorial ceremony today. They were kids, younger than I was when I performed my first funeral detail… They were just starting their military career, have probably given their oath of service only once, and were already bearing the flags that presided over the memorials of their friends. They executed the drill and ceremony perfectly. The observant, though, would find it easy to recognize the looks on their faces. It is an expression that has been seen all too often by members and veterans of the military and their families. It is the look of someone who wants to cry, but can’t because duty prohibits it. It is the look of a uniformed soldier at a funeral, and it breaks my heart every time that I see it.
Whatever those six men go on to do in the future, their lives are changed forever. That is the nature of the military. When a person raises their right hand and swears to defend and uphold The Constitution of the United States of America, they are voluntarily sacrificing their life for something that they believe is greater than the individual. Whether that sacrifice includes that person’s death or not, the change is permanent, and the life that they had before can never be regained. A lot of people talk about the price of freedom, and at least mention that freedom is not free. The price of freedom is not blood. The thirty two who were murdered yesterday did not purchase any freedom for anyone else. The price of freedom is not war. The Axis powers during WWII certainly weren’t working to make the world free. The price of freedom isn’t even service to your country.
The price of freedom is nothing more than responsibility. Some people pay that price on the battlefield, and while they’re paying it, also give their lives. Some people pay that price at home, teaching children how to be adults. Some people depend on others to pay this price for them, using the responsibility of others to get what they want.
I have heard people say that freedom takes eternal vigilance. I tend to agree. We have all seen how two hours of irresponsibility on the part of school administrators and two hours of malice from one individual can change the lives of thousands. Fortunately, being responsible isn’t a sacrifice. Being responsible brings long term joy, peace, and freedom. The largest ’sacrifice’ that responsibility asks is for a few moments of discomfort as you push beyond what feels ‘acceptable’ and do what you know is right.
Security is what people seek when they are not being responsible. Security is the opposite of freedom and the enemy of democracy. When you say that you want someone to protect your life, no matter what the cost, you are giving up your responsibility. With the loss of responsibility, the price of freedom is no longer being paid, and that freedom is lost.
Today, six cadets paid the price for freedom with their innocence by being responsible. They gave their innocence freely, in the name of duty and honor, in order to respect the dead and injured. Please, join these six cadets in paying for your freedom and honoring the dead by being responsible. It is a price that I willingly paid several times over, and I hope that others will join me in securing the liberty of all people through non-violent, responsible actions, even if that act is as simple as teaching a child to love.