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Friday, June 2. 2006Must a man be willing to die?
It is probably a measure of the comfort - or decadence - of our soft, safe, self-worshipping and easy civilization that the above question could even be asked.
Esolen at Touchstone has written a wonderful piece on the risk that is involved in manliness - the willingness to take risks unto death to do what is needed. One quote:
Read the whole inspiring, true thing. And let me know what you think: Should a man be willing to risk his life in defense of home, hearth, tribe or nation? Image: Missing Man formation of Air Force F-15s
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Of course. What else are men good for, really? Other than drinking beer...and hunting
Who would want a man who wouldn't be willing to confront danger? Carefully, though, please - if you are my man.
Dumb question. Shouldn't need to be asked. Shame on you, Bird Dog, for even asking.
My 13 year old son's hero is Leonidas. I don't think he would be afraid to die in the service of his country or to save his loved ones. I wouldn't be happy if he did, but I would be proud. God doesn't care about our happiness as much as our holiness.
Spare me from fools and braggarts and daredevils. But spare me even more from such calculatingly risk-averse men or such cowards that they wouldn't risk everything to help another. But it isn't just men. Does God expect any less from me? I don't think so. I wouldn't trust another mother if she wouldn't die for her children. Yes. If there is nothing you would die for, then what do you really live for?
I agree that normal women would die to protect their kids too - but I am not convinced that normal women are designed to be warriors. Well, I am sure that they are not. How easily we Americans forget how easy our lives are, and take it for granted. And yet is ease the purpose of life? I'd better stop here. Although I agree that most women aren't cut out to be warriors, try telling that to one of my brood. A wicked fencer! There are always exceptions to the rule...
Soldiers and Marines, especially those in combat units, develop a different way of judging other men than civilians. Forget common interests, race, etc... Only one thing matters; can I trust this man with my life? There is a trustworthiness and steadiness you learn to look for – somehow we can detect in each other. Soldiers who don't have it are to be avoided. Cavemen probably selected hunting partners the same way.
I was a Marine in the 1st Gulf War and several years afterward then was completely out of the military for years. I made relatively few friends in the civilian world and most of those were former military. After 9-11 I re-enlisted in a Army National Guard armor battalion. My first drill was like a homecoming reunion. Even though I was meeting them for the first time, I was being re-united with my brothers. I would kill and, if necessary, sacrifice my life. Not for home, hearth, tribe or nation but for Philadelphia – brotherly love. Bram:
Yes, you would die for the brothers - but it was something else that brought you there in the first place. Hello Vermonters, and pardon me for stumbling uninvited into your sector of the blogosphere!
Bram, what you've written is quite touching, and it rings true, though I've never been in your situation. Yet other men have told me the same thing -- that they look for something else in a friend than we civilians might look for. Or maybe we should put it this way: men in the military have the rare opportunity (rare these days) to form full-blooded friendships, not just associates or pals. You remind me of a scene at the end of How Green Was My Valley. Old Gwillim Morgan, patriarch of his family, is still missing, down in the flooded and caved-in coal mine. The preacher calls for men to go down there to help look for him. Some do, some don't. One man, now stone blind, agrees to go, happily, led by Gwillim's youngest son. "Gwillim Morgan is the blood of my heart!" he says. His companion looks aside, and stays up above. I think that the friendships of men have their great model in something Scriptural, something so obvious that older cultures took it for granted, yet it's something we miss. Of course it is the greatest band of brothers, the Apostles, united in Christ. They weren't at first the bravest of men, and they were never the smartest; but when they received the Holy Spirit they were confirmed in their friendship to one another, and to Christ. And all but the youngest died the glorious death of martyrdom. I've come to believe even that Jesus himself, in his humanity, enjoyed the friendships of that band, sometimes apart from women; yet never was there a more gallant man in his gentle treatment of women. His example, both ways, is one we should follow. thanks to Tony Esolen, the author of the essy, for stopping by and taking the time to comment on brotherhood.
"...as if these same half-men should consign their boys to be raised by women, for women, and as women, depriving them of healthy and culturally dynamic ways to satisfy their longing for danger, their need to be needed, their chance to stand tall in obedience to duty."
I just wonder about this: "...their longing for danger, their need to be needed, their chance to stand tall in obedience to duty." Are all you guys this needy? It makes you seem weak. The reference to the little boy flag-carrier and the little boy who beat the cadence on his drum during the march to battle touched me. In the last ten pages of "Killer Angels" (Michael Shaara) the Battle of Gettysburg commences in full. By the time the reader gets to that, we've come to know both sides intimately and the final scene is so visceral and heartbreaking that if you can read it without crying, you don't have a heart. The chapter starts out with the little boys leading both sides to battle. I weep to think of it. It should be required reading. Warrior or not... . |
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