Independence Day
Written by a soldier in Iraq. Just thought it was very touching.
July 1st, 2005
10km NW of Tikrit, Iraq
In several days, Americans all over the globe will celebrate the birth of their nation, a nation forged in war, yet dedicated to the highest ideals that man has ever aspired to, that all men are created equal. I am a soldier of this unique nation, and I have been asked why I serve. I have a reason, yet not one that would immediately come to most people’s thoughts.
It is not out of blind faith. I know that my country has done many terrible things in its history, things which can be held up as a record of shame equal to many other nations. Every cause that men have fought for, right or wrong, has been wrapped in a flag, leading honorable men astray.
It is not out of obligation for the blood that other soldiers have shed. Every country, good or evil, has had it share of good and evil soldiers. They are, after all, only men, and men are created equal.
It is not out of religious fervor, because I serve alongside Muslim and Jew, Christian and Atheist, Buddhist and Agnostic. I know not what religion the man or woman who stands next to me professes, nor does it matter.
It is not out of membership of any one race. I am white, my fellow soldiers black, yellow, red, Russian, Irish, Nigerian, Chinese, Indian. We see only one color, the color of our uniform.
Why I serve is for one reason. I have sworn to uphold a document, one that was unique in the world when it was created, and one for which my fellow soldiers serve and die for. The Constitution speaks words that say, All men are created equal. I serve for this, and nothing more. I will defend this document, and the ideals that are written in it, to the death, through what ever misery and pain and separation from loved ones may be required.
It is often said that our nation has strayed far from this ideal, if indeed it ever really followed it. I understand and acknowledge this. There is nothing so grey as the causes for a nation to go to war. Yet I still believe, that in the end, that when history judges my country, it will be said of us that the best of humanity was reached for.
The cynical among you may call me an idealist; but if I am, then I am in fair company. The Founding Fathers of the United States of America were idealists, and the country they built has stood as a light and inspiration for millions over the centuries; to call me such is an honor I will gladly accept, while bearing any burden to keep it so.
July 1st, 2005
10km NW of Tikrit, Iraq
In several days, Americans all over the globe will celebrate the birth of their nation, a nation forged in war, yet dedicated to the highest ideals that man has ever aspired to, that all men are created equal. I am a soldier of this unique nation, and I have been asked why I serve. I have a reason, yet not one that would immediately come to most people’s thoughts.
It is not out of blind faith. I know that my country has done many terrible things in its history, things which can be held up as a record of shame equal to many other nations. Every cause that men have fought for, right or wrong, has been wrapped in a flag, leading honorable men astray.
It is not out of obligation for the blood that other soldiers have shed. Every country, good or evil, has had it share of good and evil soldiers. They are, after all, only men, and men are created equal.
It is not out of religious fervor, because I serve alongside Muslim and Jew, Christian and Atheist, Buddhist and Agnostic. I know not what religion the man or woman who stands next to me professes, nor does it matter.
It is not out of membership of any one race. I am white, my fellow soldiers black, yellow, red, Russian, Irish, Nigerian, Chinese, Indian. We see only one color, the color of our uniform.
Why I serve is for one reason. I have sworn to uphold a document, one that was unique in the world when it was created, and one for which my fellow soldiers serve and die for. The Constitution speaks words that say, All men are created equal. I serve for this, and nothing more. I will defend this document, and the ideals that are written in it, to the death, through what ever misery and pain and separation from loved ones may be required.
It is often said that our nation has strayed far from this ideal, if indeed it ever really followed it. I understand and acknowledge this. There is nothing so grey as the causes for a nation to go to war. Yet I still believe, that in the end, that when history judges my country, it will be said of us that the best of humanity was reached for.
The cynical among you may call me an idealist; but if I am, then I am in fair company. The Founding Fathers of the United States of America were idealists, and the country they built has stood as a light and inspiration for millions over the centuries; to call me such is an honor I will gladly accept, while bearing any burden to keep it so.