13. More. Into the breech.
What a devastating waste of the best among us. These American sons, MARSOC warriors and a Navy Corpsman. Thrust into a horrible situation to do a hopelessly unsupportable mission, led by people who have described such warriors as a threat to our society, and whom need to be re-educated to all of the polyglot of identity politics euphemisms so stylishly chic these days. These men are who we have always relied upon to enable the warm pink gifted ones to flourish when their experiments of enlightenment go in the shitter. They were the rough ones at the Cowpens under Daniel Morgan that routed Banastre Tarleton with a double envelopment, and Nathaniel Greene at Kings Mountain that led Cornwallis to abandon his supply lines in hot pursuit which ended up defeat for him at Yorktown. They were the Volunteers of Tennessee which when asked to raise 2400 men for the Mexican War, sent 38,000. Alvin York, Audie Leon Murphy, Herschel “Woody” Williams, and John Chapman. Young men answering the call to serve, and not because they were altruistic, or attempting to spread virtue, but because they were young men and were unafraid to taste mortal combat, or discover what that step across the divide would bring about in themselves. From the POTUS, the Congress, The JCS, the press, and academia, they are the ones who make their ilk uncomfortable. They squirm at seeing brotherhood and devotion. And 13 more today on top of the thousands whose lives have been sacrificed in vain by a narcissistic society. God bless these men. They died “That Others May Live”. God Bless their families. They are the best among us. We don’t deserve their devotion, yet they have crossed into battle lines for 250 years. That is diversity. It is that despite all the enticements of safety, and comfort and free stuff, and the number of “likes” they could have had, they took the oath. They deserved better. We as a nation haven’t earned their heroism.
What a devastating waste of the best among us. These American sons, MARSOC warriors and a Navy Corpsman. Thrust into a horrible situation to do a hopelessly unsupportable mission, led by people who have described such warriors as a threat to our society, and whom need to be re-educated to all of the polyglot of identity politics euphemisms so stylishly chic these days. These men are who we have always relied upon to enable the warm pink gifted ones to flourish when their experiments of enlightenment go in the shitter. They were the rough ones at the Cowpens under Daniel Morgan that routed Banastre Tarleton with a double envelopment, and Nathaniel Greene at Kings Mountain that led Cornwallis to abandon his supply lines in hot pursuit which ended up defeat for him at Yorktown. They were the Volunteers of Tennessee which when asked to raise 2400 men for the Mexican War, sent 38,000. Alvin York, Audie Leon Murphy, Herschel “Woody” Williams, and John Chapman. Young men answering the call to serve, and not because they were altruistic, or attempting to spread virtue, but because they were young men and were unafraid to taste mortal combat, or discover what that step across the divide would bring about in themselves. From the POTUS, the Congress, The JCS, the press, and academia, they are the ones who make their ilk uncomfortable. They squirm at seeing brotherhood and devotion. And 13 more today on top of the thousands whose lives have been sacrificed in vain by a narcissistic society. God bless these men. They died “That Others May Live”. God Bless their families. They are the best among us. We don’t deserve their devotion, yet they have crossed into battle lines for 250 years. That is diversity. It is that despite all the enticements of safety, and comfort and free stuff, and the number of “likes” they could have had, they took the oath. They deserved better. We as a nation haven’t earned their heroism.
