The Fallen Soldier
Others have actually made the supreme sacrifice so that you might be complimentary. Remember them– today, and constantly. A moving homage, composed and told by previous Navy SEAL and author Jocko Willink.
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Script:
I am the fallen soldier, sailor, airman, and Marine.
Remember me.
I am the one that held the line. In some cases I offered. Often I went because I was told to go.
However when the country called– I answered.
In order to serve, I left behind the family, good friends, and liberty that so many take for given.
With time, I utilized various weapons: a sword, a musket, a bayonet, a rifle, a machine gun.
Typically, I marched into fight on foot. Other times, I rode to fight on horseback or in wagons; often on trains; later in jeeps or tanks or Humvees.
In early wars, my ships were made of wood and powered by the wind. Later they were made from steel and powered by diesel fuel or the atom. I even took to the air and mastered the sky in jets, helicopters, and planes. The machines of war changed and evolved with the times.
But remember that it was always me– the warrior– that had to battle our country’s enemies.
I battled at Lexington and Concord as our nation was born.
I crossed the Delaware on Christmas Day in 1776.
In the Civil War, I fought with my brothers– and against my bros– at Gettysburg and Shiloh and Bull Run. I learned that we should never ever again divide.
In World War l, I marched on the Marne and held the line at Belleau Wood. “The war to end all wars,” they called it. I just called it “hell.”.
In World War ll, I battled everywhere: the beaches of Normandy, the Battle of the Bulge, the hell of Guadalcanal. I stood versus tyranny and kept darkness from consuming the world.
In Korea, I landed at Inchon and broke out of the Chosin Reservoir. They called it “the forgotten war”– but I never forgot.
In Vietnam, I battled in the Mekong Delta, at Khe Sanh and Hamburger Hill. Some say my nation wavered. I did not waver. Ever.
In the current past, I have fought in Iraq and Afghanistan. In Baghdad, Fallujah, and Ramadi. In Kunar, Helmand, and Kandahar.
As technology advanced, I used night vision goggles and worldwide positioning systems and drones and lasers and thermal optics.
It was me that suffered in merciless heat and bitter cold. It was me that went out, night after night, to confront our nation’s opponents and challenge evil face-to-face.
It was me.
Remember me. I was a warrior.
Likewise keep in mind that I was not only a warrior. Remember also: that I was a son, a bro, a dad.
I desired to have children. I desired to see my son score a touchdown or shoot the winning basket.
When I informed her I would be with her until the end, I meant it. I indicated it when I informed my kids I would constantly be there for them.
However I offered all that away.
All of it.
On that far-off battlefield, amongst the fear and the fire and the bullets. Or in the sky above opponent area filled with flak. Or on the unforgiving sea, where we combated against the enemy and against the depths of the void. There, in those dreadful places, I held the line.
I did not fluctuate and I did not think twice. I, the soldier, sailor, airman, or Marine. I stood my ground and sacrificed my life– my future, my hopes, my dreams. I sacrificed whatever– for you.
This Memorial Day, remember me– the fallen warrior. And remember me not for my sake, however for yours. Remember what I sacrificed so you can genuinely appreciate the incredible treasures you have: Life. Liberty. The pursuit of happiness.
You have the delights of life– the pleasures that I quit so that you can enjoy in them: a cool wind in the air … the mild spring grass on your bare feet … the warm summer sun on your face.
Household. Buddies. And freedom. Never forget where everything came from. It came from sacrifice– the supreme sacrifice.
Live a life that honors us, the fallen heroes.
Remember us. And make every day … Memorial Day.
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Remember them– today, and constantly. Likewise remember that I was not only a warrior. Remember likewise: that I was a son, a sibling, a dad. Remember what I compromised so you can genuinely appreciate the amazing treasures you have: Life. Remember us.
