“Back in 1927, an American socialist, Norman Thomas, six times candidate for President on the Socialist Party ticket, said that the American people would never vote for socialism but he said under the name of liberalism the American people would adopt every fragment of the socialist program.”

– Ronald Reagan


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Weekend Reading


America isn’t as much of an agricultural society as it used to be, but I thought this article provided an interesting illustration: Preserving Our Cultural Topsoil.

Are you a recent college graduate, with no job and no idea where to even start looking for one?  Here are 12 tips on preparing for a job search that yields results.


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The Boys of Pointe du Hoc


June 6th, 1944: American soldiers at Pointe du Hoc (source)

It was 1944, seventy-three years ago today.  In the early hours of Tuesday, June 6th, Operation Neptune had begun.  Better known as D-Day, it ranked as history’s most massive amphibious assault as American, British, and Canadian forces landed on five different beachheads off the Normandy coast.  While the planning and preparations had been multi-faceted and complex, the objective was straightforward: to cut off Nazi Germany’s lethal advance and to liberate Western Europe from its grasp.

Some of the men who helped make history that day were from the United States’ 2nd and 5th Ranger Battalions.  In 1984, President Ronald Reagan spoke of their heroic feats in his speech commemorating the 40th anniversary of D-Day:

“We’re here to mark that day in history when the Allied armies joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For four long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps, millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved, and the world prayed for its rescue. Here in Normandy the rescue began. Here the Allies stood and fought against tyranny in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.

We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but 40 years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, 225 Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs. Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance.


2nd Battalion Rangers demonstrate rope ladders used to scale Pointe du Hoc (source)

The Rangers looked up and saw the enemy soldiers – the edge of the cliffs shooting down at them with machine guns and throwing grenades. And the American Rangers began to climb. They shot rope ladders over the face of these cliffs and began to pull themselves up. When one Ranger fell, another would take his place. When one rope was cut, a Ranger would grab another and begin his climb again. They climbed, shot back, and held their footing. Soon, one by one, the Rangers pulled themselves over the top, and in seizing the firm land at the top of these cliffs, they began to seize back the continent of Europe. Two hundred and twenty-five came here. After two days of fighting, only 90 could still bear arms.

Behind me is a memorial that symbolizes the Ranger daggers that were thrust into the top of these cliffs. And before me are the men who put them there.

These are the boys of Pointe du Hoc. These are the men who took the cliffs. These are the champions who helped free a continent. These are the heroes who helped end a war.

Gentlemen, I look at you and I think of the words of Stephen Spender’s poem. You are men who in your ‘lives fought for life . . . and left the vivid air signed with your honor.’


President Reagan in front of the Ranger memorial (source)

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Forty summers have passed since the battle that you fought here. You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet, you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith and belief; it was loyalty and love.

The men of Normandy had faith that what they were doing was right, faith that they fought for all humanity, faith that a just God would grant them mercy on this beachhead or on the next. It was the deep knowledge – and pray God we have not lost it – that there is a profound, moral difference between the use of force for liberation and the use of force for conquest. You were here to liberate, not to conquer, and so you and those others did not doubt your cause. And you were right not to doubt.

You all knew that some things are worth dying for. One’s country is worth dying for, and democracy is worth dying for, because it’s the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. All of you loved liberty. All of you were willing to fight tyranny, and you knew the people of your countries were behind you.


Reagan greeting former U.S. Rangers (source)

The Americans who fought here that morning knew word of the invasion was spreading through the darkness back home. They thought – or felt in their hearts, though they couldn’t know in fact, that in Georgia they were filling the churches at 4 a.m., in Kansas they were kneeling on their porches and praying, and in Philadelphia they were ringing the Liberty Bell.

Something else helped the men of D-Day: their rock-hard belief that Providence would have a great hand in the events that would unfold here; that God was an ally in this great cause. And so, the night before the invasion, when Colonel Wolverton asked his parachute troops to kneel with him in prayer he told them: Do not bow your heads, but look up so you can see God and ask His blessing in what we’re about to do. Also that night, General Matthew Ridgway on his cot, listening in the darkness for the promise God made to Joshua: ‘I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.’

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Here, in this place where the West held together, let us make a vow to our dead. Let us show them by our actions that we understand what they died for. Let our actions say to them the words for which Matthew Ridgway listened: ‘I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.’

Strengthened by their courage, heartened by their valor, and borne by their memory, let us continue to stand for the ideals for which they lived and died.

Thank you very much, and God bless you all.”

(You can read Reagan’s entire speech here or watch it here)

Weekend Roundup


Why do you do what you do?  This is a good piece on intentional parenting and deliberate living, reviewing Nebraska Senator Ben Sasse’s new book, The Vanishing American Adult.

In 21st-century America it’s easy to take freedom for granted.  But in this short video a gentleman who escaped communism in Czechoslovakia talks about how freedom can slip away.


*Cultural Contemplations is a private blog and is not affiliated with any particular institution or organization.

Memorial Day 2017


Sleep, my sons, your duty done…for Freedom’s light has come;
Sleep in the silent depths of the sea, or in your bed of hallowed sod,
Until you hear at dawn the low, clear reveille of God.

– Pacific War Memorial,
Corregidor Island, Philippines

Weekend Reading: Memorial Day


Arlington National Cemetery (source)

As we reflect this weekend on the meaning of Memorial Day, I am thankful for all the “sheepdogs” that have been willing to confront evil on behalf of our nation, even dying in the pursuit of it if necessary.

Have you ever heard of the Arlington Ladies?  The first group originally founded in 1948, these women attend every funeral at Arlington National Cemetery to ensure that no service member is buried alone.

*Cultural Contemplations is a private blog and is not affiliated with any particular institution or organization.