Posted by lex, on February 6, 2009
When I was a wee nobbut, I was bounced on the knee of retired Vice Admiral “Red” Ramage, a friend of my father’s and awardee of the Congressional Medal of Honor. He was a kindly old man, with a charming sense of humor – he told me in tones of mock disappointment at my life choices: Having received an appointment to the Naval Academy, and telling him that I aspired to be an aviator, he allowed as how we’d always need at least one or two airplanes in the Navy. He never spoke much about what he’d done to earn that bit of cloth, but there it was: A wee, blue rosette sprinkled with white stars pinned to his lapel. It led a very young man just embarking on a life in the service to wonder how he might stand when the time came to be tested.
We’ve had people in the fight over seven years now, many of whom have distinguished themselves “conspicuously by gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while engaged in an action against an enemy of the United States.”
Thus far in the war on terror, five US servicemen have been awarded the MOH. Each of them posthumously.
Like John, I have to wonder, “What’s up with that?”