We're all gonna die...
So, I had a disconcerting thought recently...We're all gonna die.
I don't mean that in a metaphysical, we all only have the time allotted to us, kind of way. I mean, we're all gonna die.
Whether it's Israel or Iran or , we're all dead. Soon.
And it's not that I fear for myself. I fear for my wife. And our unborn children. I've already resigned myself to the fact that I'll die before all of this is said and done. It's impossible for a man to love and fight for his country and still expect to come out unscathed at the other end. "Give me liberty or give me death!" as Patrick Henry famously said.
But what happens if we do get death? Am I condemning my family to a life of pauperism? Isn't the smart thing, as a family man, to go along to get along? To be a slave?
My family already escaped slavery. The real American kind. My great (ad nauseum) uncle was the first black man to own land in his county. 1850s. It is acceptable to trade that signpost of freedom for the comforts of life nearly 200 years later? I think Ben Franklin would disagree.
As a man, the provider, I struggle with this. An ensured old age with grandchildren on my knee? Or the necessary fight for freedom? Is there no middle ground? And if there is, will I still be able to look myself in the mirror?
I was raised on the old NASA slogan, "failure is not an option," but if the choice is between "failure and family" and "death and freedom," what choice to we have?
Sorry to get all sad and fatalistic, but shit's been on my mind for a while and I finally sat down to put pen to paper.