This memorial shows a War on Terror – era soldier stepping on a snake, a throwback to Roosevelt’s “When You See a Rattlesnake Poised to Strike, You Do Not Wait Until He Has Struck Before You Crush Him”.
Upon return from Iraq, I visited this memorial every weekend until I left my old Post. I often found it to be empty, unvisited. The names of all our Division’s lost were engraved into the plaques on the ground. I often spent 15-30 minutes a weekend talking to them, letting them know what they were missing. Call it crazy, I call it reverence.
I once heard these lines uttered
“For us, the storm has passed. The war is over. And let us never forget those who journeyed into the howling dark, and did not return. For their decision required courage beyond measure. Sacrifice, an unshakeable conviction that their fight… our fight… was elsewhere.
They enobled all of us, and they shall not be forgotten.”
I miss our conversations, But as promised, I will return someday. Some people say I think too much of these things, but in my opinion- For these men, you can never do enough.