From Linda Sog, the poignant reminder why we need to be thankful to those who serve and have served in our armed forces.

The Sheepdogs

Also, here is a great roundup from Jules Crittenden who did all the legwork so I don’t have to.

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1. Wow…the Sheepdogs poem left a lump in my throat…

   Here (4-blocks from the beach), Memorial Day is celebrated by mass consumption of Coors Light, parking spot demolition derbies, and the laws of diminishing returns on bathing suit material.

   My guess is that if anyone went down there and asked those drunk kids about Normandy, that the consensus would be that it’s a really great wine cooler.

   Hey y’all…take just 5 minutes (at least) out of this day and say a prayer for the souls of those who sacrificed everything so we can all enjoy our backyard barbecues…

   comment by Billy — Monday, May 28, 2007 @ 11:22 am

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2. This letter was written by Charles Grennel and his comrades who are veterans of the Global War on Terror. Grennel is an Army Reservist who spent two years in Iraq and was a principal in putting together the first Iraq elections, January of 2005. It was written to Jill Edwards, a student at the University of Washington who did not want to honor Medal of Honor winner USMC Colonel Greg Boyington. Ms. Edwards and other students (and faculty) do not think those who serve in the U.S. armed services are good role models.

   Miss Edwards, I read of your “student activity” regarding the proposed memorial to Col. Greg Boyington, USMC and a Medal of Honor winner. I suspect you will receive a bellyful of angry e-mails from conservative folks like me. You may be too young to appreciate fully the sacrifices of generations of servicemen and servicewomen on whose shoulders you and your fellow students stand. I forgive you for the untutored ways of youth and your naivete. It may be that you are, simply, a sheep. There’s no dishonor in being a sheep - - as long as you know and accept what you are.

   William J. Bennett, in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November
   24, 1997 said: “Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident.” We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

   Then there are the wolves and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy. Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

   Then there are sheepdogs and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf. If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the unchartered path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

   We know that the sheep live in denial; that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids’ schools. But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid’s school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep’s only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.

   The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours. Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn’t tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports, in camouflage fatigues, holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, “Baa.” Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.

   The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them.

   This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door. Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter. He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed, right along with the young ones.

   Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, “Thank God I wasn’t on one of those planes.” The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, “Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference.” You want to be able to make a difference. There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.

   There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself. Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I’m proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

   Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When they learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd and the other passengers confronted the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents — from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.

   “There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men.” - Edmund Burke. Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn’t have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision. If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior’s path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.

   This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between.

   Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. It is okay to be a sheep, but do not kick the sheep dog. Indeed, the sheep dog may just run a little harder, strive to protect a little better and be fully prepared to pay an ultimate price in battle and spirit with the sheep moving from “baa” to “thanks”.

   We do not call for gifts or freedoms beyond our lot. We just need a small pat on the head, a smile and a thank you to fill the emotional tank which is drained protecting the sheep. And when our number is called by “The Almighty”, and day retreats into night, a small prayer before the heavens just may be in order to say thanks for letting you continue to be a sheep. And be grateful for the thousands - -millions - - of American sheepdogs who permit you the freedom to express even bad ideas.

   comment by Shelly — Monday, May 28, 2007 @ 1:13 pm

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3. That was a great letter. Thanks for sharing it. My kids and I just returned from our local Memorial Day ceremony.

   Navy Chaplain’s daughter that I am, I add this perspective to the letter: Jesus’ words about sheep and the Good Shepherd from John 10:1-18
   (New American Standard Bible)

   John 10
   Parable of the Good Shepherd
   1″Truly, truly, I say to you, he who does not enter by the door into the fold of the sheep, but climbs up some other way, he is (A)a thief and a robber.
   2″But he who enters by the door is (B)a shepherd of the sheep.

   3″To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear (C)his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and (D)leads them out.

   4″When he puts forth all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know (E)his voice.

   5″A stranger they simply will not follow, but will flee from him, because they do not know (F)the voice of strangers.”

   6This (G)figure of speech Jesus spoke to them, but they did not understand what those things were which He had been saying to them.

   7So Jesus said to them again, “Truly, truly, I say to you, I am (H)the door of the sheep.

   8″All who came before Me are (I)thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them.

   9″(J)I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.

   10″The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they (K)may have life, and have it abundantly.

   11″(L)I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd (M)lays down His life for the sheep.

   12″He who is a hired hand, and not a (N)shepherd, who is not the owner of the sheep, sees the wolf coming, and leaves the sheep and flees, and the wolf snatches them and scatters them.

   13″He flees because he is a hired hand and is not concerned about the sheep.

   14″(O)I am the good shepherd, and (P)I know My own and My own know Me,

   15even as (Q)the Father knows Me and I know the Father; and (R)I lay down My life for the sheep.

   16″I have (S)other sheep, which are not of this fold; I must bring them also, and they will hear My voice; and they will become (T)one flock with (U)one shepherd.

   17″For this reason the Father loves Me, because I (V)lay down My life so that I may take it again.

   18″(W)No one has taken it away from Me, but I (X)lay it down on My own initiative I have authority to lay it down, and I have authority to take it up again (Y)This commandment I received from My Father.”

   comment by Joules — Monday, May 28, 2007 @ 4:40 pm

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4. Joules:

   Glad you are here. I was sort of hoping that some of us who miss Annie might re-unite at 6 meat; that is, except for that fool with the overlong posts that made us all want to search him out and feed him to Osama’s boys.

   I was a prosecutor and a judge, but did not serve due to an injury to my leg, even though I had enlisted in a reserve unit.

   My wife, hoever, is a Marine Brat, born at Quantico, raised at Camp Lejuene and President of 29 Palms High School.

   She shares my feelings and even goes further.

   Have a somber, thoughtful holiday, and remeember all that are over there keeping us safe.

   comment by Shelly — Monday, May 28, 2007 @ 8:12 pm

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5. Thank you Shelly and Joules both for showing up.

   We’re as pleased as punch that annika has joined us. But its also pretty cool to be receiving the “annika windfall” of new visitors.

   comment by Cranky — Monday, May 28, 2007 @ 9:32 pm

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6. Aww…that’s really sweet, Cranky! Shelly, how fascinating that you were a prosecutor and judge. My dad served with the Marines frequently during his career and truly loves them.

   comment by Joules — Tuesday, May 29, 2007 @ 1:04 am

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