Bird Droppings May 16, 2019
Always trying to find at what point we exist and thinking about banning war
I went outside earlier and as I am getting ready to go enjoy a sunrise I have been sitting thinking back to so many friends who have been lost in wars and battles around the world. A whippoorwill was calling for some that is a cry of a soul a fallen warrior letting friends know they are near. Many people will not even hear the call of a bird too attuned to a world of conveniences and contrivances. We each should give thanks for all we have rather than be asking for more. Smile at folks rather than simple ignore people as you pass by.
Yesterday was an ordinary day other than finishing up twenty IEP folders and getting class assignments for next year and a new principal. Perhaps the news and idea of a new war with little or no meaning other than starting a war for political and monetary gain. In another week we celebrate Memorial Day honoring our veterans and military friends and family members that have fallen in service to our country. Over the years thinking back to high school, I did not know very many who had died in the military other than listening to my father and his stories of World War II and to us children they were stories only. As I got closer to graduation from high school several brothers of friends had been killed in Viet Nam and this special day had significantly more meaning.
As I graduated and went to college on a student deferment from the draft and I was very aware of the draft in that I did not want to get drafted and go to Viet Nam. The news kept us up to date well almost, as often Viet Nam breaking news would be several days or even weeks old when we heard it back in those olden days. After my freshmen year and being asked not to return to college since my grades were not that great, I was drafted in the first draft lottery along with many of my fellow class mates who did not go to class perhaps enough times to satisfy professors and somehow in college passing and attendance is important. It was at this point in my life Memorial Day hit me.
I failed my draft physical which allowed me to continue searching for a school that would let me in. I moved to Texas for school a small college in Plano Texas the University of Plano which was at that time the only school that would take me at the time a semester later on dean’s list I was able to go to another school closer to home. Eventually across several states and colleges I landed in Macon Georgia. I finally finished my undergraduate education and graduated from Mercer University. Along the way I lost touch on the most part with my former classmates in high school and without the internet and cell phones I infrequently had word from my hometown on events and people. Over the year’s piece by piece word got to me of the death of this friend or that friend in Viet Nam and when all of the numbers were tallied nearly ten fellows from our graduating class or classes around us died in Viet Nam. Memorial Day was very significant now.
It was at this point in my life that Memorial Day hit home. It was several years till I was able to visit Washington DC and go to the Viet Nam memorial. I walked down so unsure of why and where I was at the time. Yes I was in Washington DC on a High School Band trip with my son but here I was looking at a wall that seemed to stretch endlessly along the pathway. I went to the registry book and found the names I recalled and the locations on the panels and wrote these on my hand with a marker. After several minutes I composed myself and walked along finding names midst the tens of thousands on the wall.
I watched sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers touching names, dropping flowers, and standing with tears streaming down their cheeks staring at the cold black stone slab winding along a pathway. I often speak of sacred being a spot where many come to honor, pray, ponder or worship and here in Washington DC this was a sacred place. It was nearly a half an hour later my son was calling to me and I found myself sitting on a bench looking down on the wall. Our bus was ready to leave and they could not find me. So does Memorial Day hold meaning as I think back? I do not believe in war and have not for most of my life, this is a personal belief that for me is not about fearing death or dying for a cause but that it is not what is to be.
However I honor those who in their efforts and belief and have given their lives for me so I can believe in what I do and for those who have provided the opportunity for others worldwide. The coming holiday is not about political or religious ideology but about people who believed in what they were doing and in that effort died for that belief. As we will honor young men and women who have died in our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan it is bringing home this idea of Memorial Day to recent graduates of high schools across the nation. I wish one day the concept of war would be out dated but until that time please keep all in harm’s way on your minds and in your hearts and always give thanks namaste.
My family and friends I do not say this lightly,
(We are all related)