I wanted to write something meaningful this morning worthy of the sacrifice my father’s generation was willing to make, the courage my uncles and others exhibited and the scars they buried from view so as to not share the pain involved. They deserve the honor; both those who were the capital expended as well as those who returned to create the future for which the latter died. I struggled to find the words. Perhaps there are no words worthy of what they did, exemplified on D-Day.
Sir. Isaac Newton famously wrote, “If I have seen further it is by standing on ye sholders of Giants.” He was using a simile attributed to Bernard of Chartres who used to say that “we are like dwarves perched on the shoulders of giants, and thus we are able to see more and farther than the latter. And this is not at all because of the acuteness of our sight or the stature of our body, but because we are carried aloft and elevated by the magnitude of the giants.”
This morning’s newspaper had a column that reminded me that it isn’t by writing words that noble acts are not honored by words alone but by teaching… by passing on what we know to those who haven’t lived enough to know. We’ve done poorly in the wake of these noble men. Read Cal Thomas’ words of this morning.
Cal Thomas: DDay=Dumb Day For Many