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A Hero’s Death …

The once sturdy frame, now withered from age, leaned into the wind and he made his way unsteadily down the quiet street. His ninety-four-year-old knees ached. These same knees had carried him safely across the island of Sicily. And later, they’d carried him ashore with the U.S. 4th Division at Utah Beach. He’d been wounded twice before Herr Hitler was finally defeated; before the evil that was the Third Reich finally ended. They Army had given him a medal, and President Truman had shaken his hand.

But now, without the help of his old wooden cane, his knees would never be able to make it the two blocks to the bus stop. The was proud, and did not ask for, nor would he accept help from anybody. He was a soldier. Pulling the worn out World War II Veterans’s cap down onto his head, he leaned into the wind, and pushed forward.

It was a daily ritual, this journey to the bus stop. His aching knees would painfully announce their displeasure as he slowly climbed those three stairs up into the bus, paid his fare, and found a seat. The bus driver, Joe, always had a pleasant word to say. He knew Joe pretty well. Those worn out knees had been complaining about climbing up into that same bus every day for almost fifteen years now.

It was a twenty-minute ride to the veteran’s hospital where he would spend the day talking to younger veterans less fortunate than himself. At least he had his knees to remind him he was still alive. Too many of these younger men were missing too many limbs. They hadn’t seen these things called improvised explosive devices back in his day. They had land mines though!

Memories of the horrors of war haunted a brain as sharp as when he’d first landed in Sicily. His hands were gnarled. His back stooped. But, those two eyes still burned, clear and bright. Inside, he was still the same proud, honorable, tough patriot he’d always been.

At eighteen, he’d answered his country’s call and unflinchingly did his duty. His young knees had supported him well as he fought for his country, for freedom, and for the man standing beside him in their shared foxhole. He’d walked across Sicily, France, and into Germany.

He survived being shot twice to return home and marry his high school sweetheart, Rose, and put two children through college. A strong back and two still pretty good knees had gotten him through almost thirty years as an iron-worker.

A widower now, his daughter called a few times a month. Judith lived in Florida. He did not know where his son was, but knew from Judith that John had made it pretty big; in real estate she’d said.

The bus slowed to a stop at the bus stop near the veteran’s hospital. With the help of his cane, his knees were forced to unbend and grudgingly supported his weight. He made his way down the aisle to the door of the bus, nodded to Joe, and listened to his knees bitterly complain as he climbed down the three stairs to the sidewalk. Leaning into the wind, he slowly made his way toward the veteran’s hospital.

A crowd dressed in black was gathered. He’d seen them before, protesting something. He did not know what. They always seemed so angry. Now they even wore masks and carried sticks. The old warrior was unafraid. He had nothing they would want. He adjusted his hat and just leaned into the wind. It was not much farther to the veteran’s hospital entrance.

Hate. He could feel it swirl around him. Black clad figures, hoods and masks, carrying clubs. An angry voice screamed obscenities. Was the voice screaming at him? Stopping, he forced his aching knees to turn and confronted a masked face, eyes filled with hatred. The old man looked into those hate-filled eyes and … smiled. He’d faced worse evil than a kid with a mask and a stick in his life; faced it down and survived.

Aching knees complained bitterly as he took a single step forward. Gnarled hands gripped the cane just a little tighter. His smile never left his face. He heard a single word screamed at him, “Nazi,” as the stick swung hard. What were they teaching kids in school these days, he wondered.

He saw the blow coming. There was nothing he could do … to old, to slow, to proud, his knees ached so. No point even to try. The old man just leaned into the wind once more.

Book Review: The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich

The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich

Third ReichI first read this history of the Third Reich many years ago when I was a high school student. It was a fascinating book back then. I decided to read it again just a little while ago. It is an imposing book with 1280 pages. Since I have aged a bit since I read it last and my eyes are not what they used to be, I bought the book on Audible.com and listened to it instead. It is still imposing … 57+ hours of reading time.  It took several long distance trips to complete it.

History Unfolding

This book is packed with documented history,  William Lawrence Shirer was an American journalist and war correspondent who was present in Germany when the things he is writing about were actually taking place. He heard many of the speeches, read the newspaper articles, was present at press conferences and historic meetings, and talked to Nazi government officials.

One of the best things about this book is that it has a riveting narrative and does not simply present historical details to the reader. Shirer weaves them into an engaging narrative that really makes it hard to put the book down. The reader actually reads the notes from staff meetings, journal entries, battle orders signed by Adolf Hitler, and more. The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich is a history of Nazi Germany that has been read by many and cited in scholarly works for more than 50 years,

Ignore History … And You’re Doomed to Repeat It.

Why did I reread this book? We are at a time in our country’s history where skin heads and white supremacists are battling with black clad. masked Antifa members. It bears an eerie resemblance to the National Socialists battling the Communists in pre-WW II Germany. We even have some people fanning the flames of racial discord and class warfare. American and its people are better than this. Reminding ourselves of what has occurred in the past can help us prevent it in the future.

Words Really Are Weapons If You Control The Narrative

If you control the language, you can control the story. Therefore, words are weapons. The radical left has learned this and is using that fact to destroy this country. My brother, Dan Gilbert, penned the below post. I just made a few edits. It sums this idea up very well.

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Words Are Very Powerful!

Words are very powerful, especially in their impact on the uneducated. The radical left has seized on this concept and it has freed them from accountability and rationality. They have figured out that if they can control words, they can maintain a powerful role in America despite promoting ideas that are clearly against this country’s best interests. They promote ideas that ignore the will of the vast majority of its population and violate our laws.

It is hard to understand how we have let the statist radical left claim the term liberal. But, it is one of the more effective tactics developed in modern political history that they employ to work to legitimize their radical beliefs. They are in no way liberal. The Democratic party is patently not liberal. Every one of their policies is the antithesis of liberalism.

By claiming the term, they position their enemies as not only wrong but evil. While they promote totalitarian and statist policies that degrade the last vestiges of individual liberty in the US, they rant about how their opponents are racists and bigoted.

Promoting racially segregated housing on campus they call opponents racists. While rioting to prevent others from expressing their beliefs through intimidation, they call their opponents violent. Demanding adherence to a single worldview, they call their opponent fascists. They justify assaulting harmless animals, burning buildings and cars by claiming they are defending themselves. Yet, they call themselves liberals and as such are beyond reproach.

Claiming A Title Does Not Make It So!

By claiming the liberal title they can ensure that the DNC lines up behind them. As long as you are liberals, rape, assault, burning buildings, and looting trucks on the highway is okay.

True liberalism prioritizes individual freedom from the government over the desire of the government to control our daily lives. The liberals protected freedom of speech, thought, property rights, and freedom of social practices such as freedom of worship against government intrusion. The academics that dominate the radical left have mastered doublespeak to the point that terms mean what they say they mean in order to promote a statist, totalitarian agenda. The worst examples are the clowns running around in black and face masks claiming to be the “Antifa” (anti-fascist) movement when they themselves are acting very much like fascists. Liberty requires accountability and acceptance of others. It does not explain away criminal behavior or treat people differently based on some artificial identity marker. Liberals developed the rule of law as a concept to fight against the implementation of a different set of laws based on identity or class.

We do not have to accept this. We do not have to be witnesses to the death of the American Dream. Do not allow the radical left to pervert the English language to promote their totalitarian worldview.

We need to reclaim our language and our principles, one nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.