Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2022

Memorial Weekend


 This is my contribution to Memorial Day this year (2022) as death and carnage piles up across this troubled USA nation.  We used to remember the war dead and their sacrifices, the hurt of those left behind, the eventual healing of the land... till the next war!

But now, it is senseless death and mayhem perpetrated by evil only at war with themselves.  And the death by shootings from the hands of two 18 years, one in Buffalo, NY and Uvalde, TX sear into our conscious as to the evil that surrounds us.

It occurred to me as I watched this spectacle unfold that those who gave their lives in sacrifice for our country didn't do it so non-combatants would lose theirs in such a senseless manner.  

So we now remember these 21 and others, along with those from other wars. 

Friday, April 15, 2022

Good Friday

 

Have you ever considered the mob mentality that went from “Hosanna, Hosanna to the Son of David, Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord – the King of Israel.  Hosanna in the highest heaven,” to the crowd crying, “give us Barabbas?”  

Palm Sunday was the triumphal entry of Jesus Christ into Jerusalem with Christ himself the Parade Master… on a donkey!  Cloaks and palm fronds littered the roadway in homage for his celebratory entry by those who had witnessed his miraculous actions and deeds. 

But by Friday, the crowd, whipped into a frenzy by their chief religious’ leaders, were asking for the release of an insurrectionist and murderer – Barabbas – over the “King of the Jews.”    

So how could this happen?  It plays out to this very day:  groupthink and illogic in large groups or crowds may have little correlation to one’s own personal belief.  Some in the crowd knew the truth – don’t forget Peter who pretended he didn’t know Jesus – but to fit in they go along to get along.  Today, “Social Influencers” hold great sway over those who want to imitate them, even though the vast majority will never look, have, feel, or own what the “influencers” are “selling.”

The Jewish Chief Priest, elders and the other high religious officials were hell-bent on killing Jesus for a variety of reasons because he threatened the status quo.  It didn’t help matters that Jesus entered the temple and turned over the money tables!  And he even said he was the “Christ, the Son of God!”

Because the Jews could not kill Jesus, they sic’d the Romans on him because they had the power of the state to execute insurrectionists!  The religious crew accused Jesus of misleading “our nation and forbidding us to give tribute to Caesar…” (I guess they forgot the time Jesus said, "Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and unto God the things that are God's.")

Wow, what a mutineer he was!  (Like the Jews wanted to pay burdensome taxes to Rome!)  And that would be punishable by death; after all, Barabbas apparently had fomented some type of rebellion against Rome.  And he was about to be crucified.

Because the Chief Priest, elders and other leaders were of high social and religious status, it wasn’t too hard for them to intimidate those of a lessor social economic and educational status to bear false witness against Jesus, even though individually the poor, the blind, the hungry, and the lame all knew the truth of who Jesus was; after all, many of them were recipients of his great love and compassion.

Although Pilate found no fault in Jesus, he was goaded into offering up either Barabbas or Jesus to the riotous mob.  The crowd was working purely on emotions prompted by their religious leaders, the decision makers:  If the Chief Priest says it, it must be true!  So, the choir joined in with the guy with the bull horn yelling the loudest: Give us our buddy, our rebel against Rome, Barabbas!  He’s one of us!

So, in the end, Pilate, after asking for the third time what evil Jesus had done, gave in to the urgent and demanding crowd, as they screamed, “crucify, crucify him!”  Pilate tried to make a rational decision based on facts (including a warning from his wife not to have anything to do with “that righteous man…”) but he was eventually affected by groupthink and the demands of the mob influencers.  And with that Jesus was crucified. 

“Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!”

Monday, May 30, 2016

Wade L Ellen





His boyish grin, his southern politeness, his light southern drawl and his last name are some of my fond memories I have of Wade L. Ellen.  When the TAC officers of our Warrant Officer Candidate class would call out his name (we never had first names), it made you pause just for a millisecond:  “Ellen,” they would yell.  And a male voice would answer, “Yes sir!” in a husky voice that didn’t seem to fit the persona.  

Wade L. Ellen was from Norfolk, VA; born 10/25/1951.  We graduated from our Warrant Officer class as helicopter pilots on October 5, 1951, just before he turned 21.  He had a fiancĂ©e back home and a motorcycle on base.  What more could you want, so youthful and free. 
I never saw Wade after the graduation:  we all shook hands, some hugs (we didn’t “high—five” back then), and wished each other the best:  “See ya in Nam,” we said.  Wade and the rest of our graduating class, all Warrant Officers (WO1), had assignments to Vietnam.  Some arrived in-country before the end of the year; I arrived Jan 1, 1972.  

On April 24, 1972 I was flying a Huey helicopter on missions around Cao Lanh, which lies along the mighty Mekong River, and south of the Cambodian border.  That day my crew and I flew an inspection team into a small outpost that had been overrun by the Viet Cong and we pulled a medevac for some wounded Vietnamese soldiers.  We flew for six hour and forty-five minutes and returned safely to our base.

On April 24, 1972, Wade L. Ellen was flying as a copilot in a Huey helicopter in Kon Tum Province, which lies in the Central Highlands region of Vietnam and shares borders with Laos and Cambodia.  He and his crew were sent to rescue a group of US Special Forces soldiers being overrun by the North Vietnamese.  They landed at the Tanh Canh Base Camp and picked up four survivors.  As they lifted off and started flying away, the pilot (identified as Lt. James E. Hunsicker) was shot and killed by ground fire.  WO1 Wade L. Ellen tried to recover control of the helicopter but because it was so close to the ground, it crashed and caught fire about 500 meters from where they departed in a river ravine.  Several of the occupants were able to escape and were eventually rescued.  Wade L. Ellen was killed in the crash:  his body was never recovered.  He was 21.

I was in Saigon on a mission late in 1972 when I saw a fellow classmate.  During our small talk he told me about the death of Wade L. Ellen.  That was a sad moment for me.  I didn’t think it was fair; in my mind he didn’t deserve it (not that anyone did); he was too nice, polite and just one of the good guys. 

He was our only classmate who perished; others were wounded in crashes and returned home, carrying the scars of the war.   But his family carries the scar of his loss forever; that’s why we have Memorial Day.  To remember.