Taking Chance

On April 9th of 2004, Marine PFC Chance Phelps (3rd Battalion, 11th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, I Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Pendleton, California) was killed during Operation Iraqi Freedom by a gunshot wound received in combat west of Baghdad.
Lt. Col. Mike Strobl, USMC, volunteered to escort the remains of PFC Phelps from Dover AFB in Delaware to his home in Dubois, Wyoming — where Chance Phelps was buried on April 17th of 2004.
HBO Films has released a new movie entitled “Taking Chance,” and I saw it on HBO this past Wednesday. It was wonderful, solemn, moving, respectful. You need to see this film.

Until I saw the end, I did not realize that it was based upon a real incident and portrayed a real American warrior. HBO is to be commended for its release.

I submit that you’re just not an American if some tears don’t course down your cheeks watching “Taking Chance.” It does something that few films have done in years for America: it sheds hope, holds up courage and honor, and portrays normal, regular people. For a few hours I was able to remember what America, true America, is really about. And true Americans just don’t seem to live in big cities any more.

What an amazing film. What an amazing soldier. Where do we find these fine young men? And more importantly, where can we continue to find them in our future?

Please, watch “Taking Chance” on HBO. When it comes to DVD, it will reside in my personal collection. I will never forget this film. You won’t either.

BZ

P.S.

And finally, please see Average American’s wonderful post here, about The Sack Lunch.

The United States: Where Is She Going?

So there I was, thinking I was being just a tad original, when I visited Texas Fred and saw this same video. But fear not, for I fervently believe that, as likely does TF, this video needs to acquire as large an audience as possible.

The speaker portrays himself as a member of the US military; the photo intimates a Marine. Please listen to the video, then ask yourself:

  • How much of this content is warranted?
  • Is the man merely an extremist and to be chastized or even arrested?
  • Or is he merely a truth teller?

Is he a modern-day Paul Revere?

You tell me.

The right to revolt has sources deep within our history. . .”
– Justice William O. Douglas

“If we make peaceful revolution impossible, we make violent revolution inevitable.”
– John F. Kennedy

BZ

Socialism or a Republic: Which Do We Want?

We are on the cusp of an entirely new United States. It is, I believe, a United States that our founding fathers would not necessarily recognize. Certainly they would recognize its physical characteristics but beyond that, not so much. And certainly not if they were able to examine our newspapers, television, media and, more importantly, our local, state and federal governments.

They would be shocked at our governments, I would wager. They would read many of the decisions handed down from our own United States Supreme Court and shake their heads in dismay. “No,” I am sure they would say, “that is not what we meant.”

I believe there are more instances of the abridgement of freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachment of those in power than by violent and sudden usurpations.” – James Madison


This reminds me of a conversation that the brilliant economist Milton Friedman once had, in the 1970s, with very Leftist television show host Phil Donohue, the video of which is very popular on the internet now. The gist of the conversation was this:

Donahue: “When you see around the globe the mal-distribution of wealth, the desperate plight of millions of people in undeveloped countries … when you see the greed and the concentration of power, did you ever have a moment of doubt about capitalism and whether greed is a good idea to run on?”

Friedman: “In the only cases in which the masses have escaped from the kind of grinding poverty you’re talking about … they have had capitalism and largely free trade. … So that the record of history is absolutely crystal clear: that there is no alternative way so far discovered of improving the lot of the ordinary people that can hold a candle to the productive activities that are unleashed by a free enterprise system.”

Later, when asked by Mr. Donahue whether capitalism rewards virtue, Friedman responds, “Tell me, is there some society you know that doesn’t run on greed? What is greed? Of course, none of us are greedy; it’s only the other fellow who’s greedy. This — the world runs on individuals pursuing their separate interests. You know, I think you’re taking a lot of things for granted… Is it really true that political self-interest is nobler somehow than economic self-interest? … Just tell me where in the world you’re going to find these angels who are going to organize society for us? I don’t even trust you to do that!”

What are we, ladies and gentlemen? What kind of country are we? When asked, what would most people say? A “democracy“? And if answered that way, I say: we are not. We are a Republic.

I’ll wager the bulk of United States politicians couldn’t answer that question correctly.

So: what kind of a nation are we? Now?

Please weigh in.

BZ

Introspection And Lessons Learned

Another day has passed.
I couldn’t sleep. I was awake at 2:30 am. So I watched the sunrise.
Another day has passed.
So I watched the sunset. Having witnessed another full day is, in fact, a complete blessing.
In the massive and unfulfillable shadow of my father, I have come to some conclusions that I must, I feel compelled to, pass on to my dearest readers.
I can remember my father saying, an unknown number of years ago: “I wish I’d gotten to know my father better.”
And that’s all he’d said. It was a massive revelation I’d been sufficiently obtuse to ignore.
So, what might you ask, are my lessons learned? They will mostly be stating the obvious but, I submit, the obvious so frequently escapes us all; certainly it escaped me thoroughly.

And that is this:

Time passes. And oh so rapidly.

We are so busy running our lives, worrying, sweating the minutae — that we tend to forget the value of family and of relationships. We “fall back” on the simple presence of an individual and feel comfort knowing that they exist in our realm — whether we speak to them, visit them, interact with them or not. It is this comfort factor and the screaming pulse of life that deters us — deterred me —