What is the source of American excellence? It lies in the first principles upon which her people live and breathe, conceive and perfect a national creed. Excellence lies in the cultivation of great leaders men and women.
Great Britain bequeathed America a Magna Carta Libertatum, a splendid summary of individual freedoms seized from a despot King John at Runnymede. And from the Libertatum the Founders created an American Constitution. If that were not enough Great Britain gave the world Sir Winston Churchill statesman and prophet, a man of courage and vision who stepped into the breach there to take down to ruin a National Socialist Germany. For these gifts alone Great Britain may be forgiven her imperial decline and fall from grace; and, as with the United States, her post-war transformation into a corrosive, politically correct and failing welfare state.
In war Winston Churchill’s eloquent expression of the English language was worth, so it is written, two fully equipped military divisions—some say ten. Here is Sir Winston Churchill’s prose as Great Britain stood defiant and nearly alone against the ambitions of an inhuman NAZI state. Against its predatory war machine he said, fist clinched,
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.”
Where now are America’s great leaders? Where now is the Churchill Americans may look to for leadership in the hour of their existential dread? Last week, a few American soldiers inadvertently disposed of Qur’ans which Muslim prisoners had irreverently debased with extremist graffiti. Thereupon, our allies in war, the “moderate Muslims”— those for whom the American soldier continues to offer his life, treasure and honor—requited him with bloody murder. In protest of their alleged desecration of Qur’ans moderate Muslims murdered a U.S colonel and a major posted to the Interior Ministry in Kabul. An Afghan soldier, trained by the United States, stalked, shot and killed two American soldiers, his brothers in arms, and wounded several other soldiers. Another of our moderate Muslim brothers threw a hand grenade severely wounding seven American soldiers.
The betrayal of the American soldier continues unabated. As I write a high-ranking Afghan officer announced that only the hanging of American soldiers would compensate Islam for the pain they have wrecked upon the Muslim soul.
Ah, but here is the tragedy. Where is our American Churchill? Did our president step into the breach there to say in prose the words would mourn our soldiers’ death? Did his voice ring with moral outrage against an ally would kill our soldiers for a burning book. More is the pity—No! Even as our soldiers were being stalked and shot to death their President apologized to President Kazai for the burning of Qur’ans defaced by Muslim graffiti. He expressed instead a deep and abiding empathy for Muslim sensitivities; and promised humbly to “hold accountable” the American solders guilty of inadvertence.
The president’s message inaugurated a tragic American moment. A moment empty, calculated and expedient, a moment shrived to our shame of courage, honor and integrity. Churchill at war spoke from a good and well tempered heart. In a few plain words he breathed into his people a faith that all would in the end be well. His manly words will endure for a free and grateful posterity as will the stain of our president’s expedient, calculated, and cold-blooded apologies endure forever to our common shame.
That said, the president is not alone. Defense Secretary Leon Panetta apologized pitifully to a Muslim nation still at it killing American soldiers.
John Allen, commander in Afghanistan, joined in the humiliation of a soldiery the military leadership says in passing they are privileged to command. Perhaps thinking this his personal “moment in the sun” the commander repeated the phrase, “I apologize” no less than three times in a sentence told in the meter of an ancient Catholic prayer of repentance: Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa. (My fault, My fault, My most grievous fault)! Then, to show his sympathy with a Muslim nation still killing or threatening to kill Americans, he ended with a sentence or two in the Afghan language, just for them—no doubt a fourth apology.
Our politically correct president and military brass apologize too well—and too often. But when have shameful apologies ever defeated an enemy? When have shameful apologies ever increased a nation’s powers of diplomacy? When have they ever won respect? And when ever has pitiful, shameful conduct ever fit the character of an American people. Following his apology to a traitor nation, and a promise to “hold accountable” those American soldiers who burned the Qur’ans, what will President Obama say now to the widows and children of those soldiers vilified and slain by an “American Ally?” Will he tell them that they died in service to their country? Rings hollow does it not?
What will a politically correct military brass say or do to the American soldier now? Will they ferret out the soldiers “accountable” and bring them to justice—even as Afghan soldiers continue to kill them? Will President Obama and a military elite consent to President Karzai’s demand that the guilty American soldiers be released for trial and punishment according to the tender mercies of a sharia court?
As Americans reflect upon this outrage—as we must— it may be good to recall again the words of Winston Churchill told as a prayer to God; and to a British nation at war and under siege. Somehow his words fit this American moment as we have set ourselves upon the edge of a moral and rational abyss so calamitous, our leaders answer the Muslim ongoing killing of our soldiers with tender words and bowed heads.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering.