Skip to comments.Die like a hero going home
Posted on 03/11/2012 8:21:27 AM PDT by Jacvin
I am not an opinion writer, but an objective journalist for BizPac Review.
That being said, I would like to take the rare liberty of sharing something that touched me unexpectedly as a Marine mom, and frankly, as a human being.
I took one of my sons to see the movie, Act of Valor, last night and covered my eyes though most of the gory parts. The actors are not really actors, but actual Navy Seals, so there will be absolutely no Academy Awards given here. Trust me.
In addition to the overwhelming emotions of pride, respect, honor and utter love for our men and women who live and fight facing unspeakable danger, I came away with something else that was timely.
Recent circumstances have brought me a bit closer to the experiences one must go through facing certain death, and I was touched by an amazing poem mentioned in the film, by Native American Shawnee Chief Tecumseh. The poem was deeply moving to me, as was this quote recited at the beginning of the movie:
You live your life by a code, its your shoreline, its what guides you home. And trust me, youre always trying to get home.
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I haven’t seen the movie yet. Excellent thoughts by Michele Kirk.
Chief Tecumseh’s Poem
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Wow it sounds great. I will have to go see it.
Haven’t seen it yet, but am looking forward to it.
I am not an opinion writer, but an objective journalist for BizPac Review.Clearly, by the subject of this article, the writers heart is in the right place. However, a belief in your own objectivity is the essence of subjectivity.
In order even to attempt objectivity, one must begin by being open - to oneself and to ones readers/listeners - about any motives one has which might prevent one from being objective. And since that is the very opposite of claiming to actually be objective, that is a criterion that wire service journalists never meet. Business reporters tend to do so, because they are required to state their interest in any particular stock they report on.
Of course if wire service journalists actually were objective, it would not be wrong to say so - but all journalists need audiences, and therefore all journalists have a desire to promote the significance of any report they give. Therefore journalist are not inherently objective, and claiming objectivity is an extreme bias.
Congrats on the safe return of her son. I so admire all the military families and their sacrifice which is so often forgotten. Awesome article.