I was recently reading a story from World War II. After Hitler had conquered France, most believed Britain would seek a peace treaty. They did not.
The great leader, Winston Churchill inspired his nation by saying, “Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour.'”
I know not which is more difficult: the establishment of a nation or protecting it’s preservation.
Behind me in history lie the caissons of thousands–those who established this great nation, and those who died in the effort of preservation.
Upon my shoulders rests the responsibility of preserving this fine land. The tools at my disposal are political but profound. And often the conversations that come from such dialogue leave me frustrated and discouraged. But the preservation of a nation comes with a cost.
The political discourse seems vitriolic and bitter, but let us persevere. Before us awaits a great multitude who will one day read our responses and study our stories. They will recognize that our effort was intended to preserve and protect that which has been passed along to us.
Maybe the fog of political war is too thick right now, but perhaps one day it will even be said said of us, “This was their finest hour.”