Sanctity of Life

I spent yesterday morning with a decorated US Army veteran who has dedicated the last several years, and the rest of his life, to restoring the honor of those who fought, and particularly those who died, in the Vietnam War. Those particular veterans were the most unrecognized, unappreciated, and disrespected soldiers our country ever produced.

Books, movies, articles and clinical papers chronicle the war, its aftermath, and its effect on this nation and our citizens. Suffice to say, that war radically changed the course of our nation's history. Tens of thousands of America's best young people gave the ultimate sacrifice believing they were doing "the right thing" for God, family, and country.

My great ancestor, George Walton, signed the Declaration of Independence and took up arms in the Revolutionary War. My great great grandfather, James Hinson, fought in the Civil War. My grandfather, Ivan Cutshall, fought in World War II, and my father, Dale Walton Scott, was killed in the Korean War. I am a patriot and I know first-hand that war is not a game. People, real people, dads and brothers and sons, lose their lives in war. Kids grow up without a dad.

Those who engage in hand to hand combat are particularly affected by their experience. I can still hear the voice of a close friend named Richard when I thanked him for his service. "I don't need anyone to pat me on the back. I need someone to console me. I killed people I never met. And I'll never know who they were or what they might have become." He lived with that trauma daily until he died at a young age.

Life is sacred. We should never take it lightly; in a loved one, a stranger, an unborn child, an elder gasping for breath, or a sick child. Revere, preserve, and protect the Sanctity of Life. 

Eric ScottComment