Mom Was Right

Wash your hands!

~ Everymother

Just when you thought there was nothing to worry about beyond terrorist attacks, global warming, ongoing war, assorted diseases, and another Clinton presidency, here comes MRSA, the killer Staph infection.

Actually, it's been around for a while (discovered in 1961). But the U.S. infection rate has risen into the mid-90,000's in recent years, with a death toll approaching 20,000. And with this week's death of an American teenager due to MRSA, we can expect to hear a lot more about it. Bird flu will have to take a back seat for now.

Having watched the unyielding march of fatal diseases against friends and family over the years, I understand that, often, there isn't too much we can do in the way of prevention. But if something as simple as hand-washing will stop a deadly disease, we're crazy not to do it.

Heed the maternal wisdom that rang daily in our childhood ears--wash your hands.

Heroic End, Personal War

It wasn't political at all. It was personal to him. He was there fighting the people who'd attacked the city he loved.
~ Dan Murphy, father

An iron-souled warrior ~ Marcus Luttrell, friend

I’ve tried to find the story several times.

Scanning the newspapers, surfing the net, all the screaming headlines seem devoted to the fawning accolades being heaped upon Nobel Laureate Al Gore for his work in the politically correct field of global warming.

That’s fine. Good for Al. Now, what about our heroes?

The late Lt. Michael Murphy is the recipient of a posthumous Medal of Honor, as announced by The White House on Thursday, October 11, 2007. Lt. Michael P. Murphy, aged 29, willingly braved open fire on the battlefield in Afghanistan to save his fellow Navy SEALS and died fighting in June 2005. He is the first SEAL to receive the honor since the Vietnam War.

There is little coverage of this important story of American courage in action. I found this article in the Murphy family's local newspaper, and this link, as well as this link. You do have to hunt for Lt. Murphy's story; Gore and global warming are the words of the day.

That’s a disgrace.

It makes me concerned for the future of our country that Lt. Murphy’s inspiring story of true courage, complete selflessness, and dedication to duty is deemed unworthy of wide coverage by MSM. This is an American story. Murphy was a young man who grew up not far from my own childhood neighborhood on Long Island, NY, trained as a SEAL near my San Diego home, and recognized the attacks of September 11, 2001, for what they were—acts of war against the United States. More specifically, Murphy understood that the Islamo-fascist violence was not aimed against some nebulous concept of “country,” but against our own family, friends, neighbors—fellow Americans.

Dan Murphy, Michael's father, declared that for Michael, "It's all very personal."

All of this nobility and honor has been smothered in the greenhouse gas of hot air being spewed over Al Gore’s “achievements.” Just what global warming has to do with world peace, I don’t quite know. However, an organization that bestows “peace” prizes to a premier world terrorist (Yasser Arafat) and to the most anti-American president this country has ever had the misfortune to suffer (Jimmy Carter) is largely suspect and unworthy of attention, in my opinion.

Al Gore is galloping along on the apocalyptic horse of global warming, preening as he gathers his trendy brass rings and pompously accepting cult hero status, all from within the comfort and safety of a nation made free and secure by the blood of true heroes.

As I previously stated, good for Al. But if you want to learn about true “achievements” or “accomplishments,” the story of Lt. Michael Murphy is the one to read. As the lone survivor of that doomed mission, Murphy's friend Marcus Luttrell, recipient of the Navy Cross, states, "They need to make more men like him."

Break Time

I'll be offline for about a week, taking a travel break. I always like to leave you with something worthwhile to read, so I've linked Mark Steyn's pithy summary of the Columbia University debacle. That disaster was beyond words for me.

Thoughts on The War

In watching "The War" on PBS (continuing tonight, don't miss it), I'm struck by both the similarities and the differences to today's war in the Middle East.

The similarities are the bonding of the fighting men and women; the horrors of war that they all face daily; the worry and fear of the families for their loved ones in harm's way; and the necessity of the conflict to protect our way of living in freedom.

The differences between the two wars are both more numerous and more ominous.

If a major newspaper during WWII had published details of a top secret government surveillance program, it could not possibly have survived the American public's wrath. Censorship of the news was accepted as a common sense requirement to protect American lives rather than a violation of our "rights." (The "right" to get Americans killed deserves quotation marks, in my opinion.)

In WWII, everyone sacrificed for the success of the war. Food and clothing were rationed, many consumer items were unavailable, American citizens actively sought ways to volunteer and contribute in order to support the troops through to victory. Today, half of Congress is invested in our defeat--preferably before the next election.

Unlike today's whiners, who insist that fighting the enemy in Iraq is completely different than fighting the same enemy in Afghanistan, Americans in the 1940s didn't question fighting the geographically and politically disparate powers of Germany, Italy, and Japan. Everyone seemed to understand that it was all connected in one global war against tyranny. No one called it "Roosevelt's war."

The photos in this post are from family archives. My uncle enlisted in the Navy, at age seventeen, and came home to New York City on furlough one winter. The "tomato" with him is his big sister--my mother. Mom also appears in the other photo, the leggy gal who visited San Diego in 1942 with her girlfriend, before said friend's little brother shipped out with the Marines. I spoke with my mother this weekend and asked her if she was watching "The War." Yes, she exclaimed, and said "I am reliving my life" because of it.

What will documentary films many decades hence have to say about how America rose to the current challenge? When I think of the similarities of the war against Islamic Fascism to WWII, I am encouraged. But when I think of the differences, and how they seem to grow, I can't help but be worried.

The War

If you're not watching Ken Burns' epic documentary on PBS, "The War," you should be.

If you have been watching, undoubtedly you're as captivated by its images as I am.

"The War" is what I like to call "deep history." It is difficult to imagine so much evil happening simultaneously, involving so many millions of people, all across the globe. It is fascinating to listen to senior Americans, so eloquent as they reminisce, describing in vivid detail the daily life and dramatic moments of that time.

It is mind-boggling to realize that many of them were mere teenagers, fighting through some of the most brutal and extensive carnage human history has ever witnessed, each of them forever scarred by the loss of friends and family in battle.

The program has come under criticism for failing to adequately cover Hispanic and Native American servicemen. This, I find petty; the enormous scope of World War II renders impossible the task of representing each and every ethnic group. Each episode airs a disclaimer at the very beginning, noting that WWII was fought in thousands of places and no one story can encompass all of it. What more can be done to satisfy the noisemakers, I don't know.

Ken Burns consistently presents us with outstanding film chronicles of our country's history--The Civil War, Baseball, Jazz, and now this masterpiece, The War. In my opinion, he's the best documentary maker America has.

I'll say it again: if you aren't watching The War, you should be. It's the least a grateful nation can do.

Holy Houseguest

A friend sent me a copy of Our Lady of the Lost and Found: A Novel of Mary, Faith, and Friendship, with a note saying she thought I "might like it."

Good guess, Denise; I loved it.

I found the premise imaginative and intriguing--walking into your living room and finding a very modern-day Blessed Mother standing there, rolling luggage in tow. Author Diane Schoemperlen first draws the reader into the narrator's quiet, solitary life through the small, mundane details of everday existence. Then, after Mary's arrival for a week's visit, the two women explore questions of faith and philosophy alongside such basic chores as doing laundry, cooking, and housecleaning.

Schoemperlen does a stellar job of interweaving the simple practicalities of life with profound and timeless mysteries, often with a deft hint of humor. I could easily relate to her narrator, both as a writer and as a woman living alone with her private assortment of doubts and regrets.

Books that educate and make me think while absorbing and entertaining me always earn a special slot on my personal all-time bestseller list. Within the first few chapters, Our Lady of the Lost and Found jumped into the top tier. Which is, after all, where the Blessed Mother belongs.

Searching for News

It frightens me to think how little I would know about what's happening in the world if I didn't catch snippets of Hugh Hewitt's radio show on the short drive home from work.

This evening, I switched on the car radio to hear Hugh talking about an article from Jane's Defence, a global military news periodical. Having worked in the defense (we use an "s" in this country) industry for many years, I'm familiar with Jane's and the name captured my attention.

I was not prepared to hear what followed: A story about an explosion involving a missile, sarin nerve gas, dead engineers and military, Iran, and Syria. As Bugs Bunny would've said, "Yipes!"

When I got home, I "googled" the item, just to check other coverage. The Jerusalem Post carried the story, as did this link. No fan of television newscasts, tonight I watched the evening network news out of curiousity. Would the incident even be mentioned?

Am I delusional? I often feel that MSM is living in an alternate universe, with no connection to what is happening in the real world. Tonight was one of those times.

Let's see. We started off with a happy report about the stock market soaring over a predicted change in interest rates. So far, so good. Next, a minute or two on the Blackwater contractors and civilian casualties in the Iraq war. The narration moved quickly to the latest on a psychopathic murderer who is now up on assorted felony charges. Deemed worthy of several precious minutes of coverage, included in this nothing story was a detailed photo of the killer's jail cell. No doubt that's highly valuable information for all viewers.

Coverage moved on again, this time to the traffic jams that plague our national highways, then to the obligatory daily coverage of our shrinking polar cap. The half hour finished with a fluff piece about the shortage of champagne due to demand from new markets like Beijing.

Not a peep about Iran, or Syria. Or sarin nerve gas. Or explosions, missiles, death tolls. Nothing to see here, folks, just keep moving.

I'll keep moving, all right. Away from the television set. TV's not a safe place to get one's news these dangerous days. In fact, I'm thinking about getting a subscription to The Jerusalem Post.

A Leadership Question

My son asked me recently who I will vote for in the presidential election next year. This question led to an interesting discussion.

I've doggedly avoided any mention of next year's political race, since I'm already weary of the saturation of coverage. But as to the question of how I'll cast my vote, at this point, I don't know. As I address my criteria for a Commander-in-Chief, in view of current events, I must answer with negatives:

• I won't vote for anyone who, by word or deed, demoralizes our troops.
• I won't vote for anyone who, by word or deed, encourages our enemies.
• I won't vote for anyone who calls the commanding general of our armed forces a liar--no matter how elegantly the accusation is phrased.
• I won't vote for anyone whose agenda is angling for a U.S. defeat.
• I won't vote for anyone who disparages good news from our field of battle.
• I won't vote for anyone who rejoices in bad news from the same.

I'm not on fire about any of the current crop of potential candidates. In my opinion, they all have issues that will hamper their efforts to win. It remains to be seen whose name will be next to my ink-filled circle come November 2008. But already, I know whose names I've eliminated from my private ballot.

Remembering

I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then

That is so heavy now,

The summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow.

I remember, I remember

The fir-trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from Heaven

Than when I was a boy.

~ Thomas Hood

The Left vs. Our Troops

There were no surprises, just the very predictable embarrassments during General Petraeus' report to Congress.

Hugh Hewitt's blog has full coverage, and it isn't pretty. MoveOn.org dubbed the General "Betray us" in a splashy New York Times ad--so very fourth grade. The ad also asserted that the General is "cooking the books for the White House." Now there's freedom of speech in action, all right.

Code Pink comported itself with its customary grace and courtesy during the General's report. There were the usual assortment of stupid questions from Congress, but none surpassed Rep. Loretta Sanchez's inane questions about a poll in Iraq. Not only did she articulate like a bit player out of "Legally Blonde," she interrupted Ambassador Crocker's attempt to answer several times and coyly accused Gen. Petraeus of being a liar.

No wonder Al Qaeda thinks we're lightweights. Our elected leaders are publicly rude and insulting to both our military commander and ambassador and then get to wave, smile, and be interviewed on cable TV afterward.

The sum total of today's political circus is, as my mother would say, "a horrification."

Battle lines are sharply drawn, and they're not in Iraq. The two sides to this war are right here at home. One side wants our troops to win and will support the sacrifices necessary to achieve that goal for our country's safety. The other side is completely invested in our defeat and humiliation in the Middle East and seemingly will stop at nothing to ensure that negative outcome.

I know which side is right, and it's not the left. It makes my blood run cold to acknowledge today's evidence, but the left is as devoted to our total loss as is Al Qaeda.