Ronnie-"We Are Americans"

It seems so endearing when Nancy Reagan calls the 40th President of the United States Ronnie. 

The USAF held a ceremony at March Air Reserve Base on January 18th to welcome the last of 8 C-17 Globemaster III aircraft to the 452nd Air Mobility Wing.  The 452nd is the first Air Force Reserve unit to fly it's own C-17's.  This last aircraft is named "The Spirit of Ronald Reagan."

Mrs. Reagan did not speak at the event but issued a statement in which she said “Ronnie believed that it is the responsibility of every American to help guard the freedoms we hold dear so I know he would be especially pleased that this plane will be flown by citizen aircrews, providing support for our troops fighting in faraway lands.”

Ronnie was inaugurated as the 40th President of the United States 25 years ago today.  On  today's NRO, Peter Robinson remembers this part of President Reagan's speech that day on the west steps of the US Capitol.  Robinson's post is titled "We Are Americans."

This is the first time in history that this ceremony has been held, as you have been told, on this West Front of the Capitol. Standing here, one faces a magnificent vista, opening up on this city's special beauty and history. At the end of this open mall are those shrines to the giants on whose shoulders we stand.

Directly in front of me, the monument to a monumental man: George Washington, Father of our country. A man of humility who came to greatness reluctantly. He led America out of revolutionary victory into infant nationhood. Off to one side, the stately memorial to Thomas Jefferson. The Declaration of Independence flames with his eloquence.

And then beyond the Reflecting Pool the dignified columns of the Lincoln Memorial. Whoever would understand in his heart the meaning of America will find it in the life of Abraham Lincoln.

Beyond those monuments to heroism is the Potomac River, and on the far shore the sloping hills of Arlington National Cemetery with its row on row of simple white markers bearing crosses or Stars of David. They add up to only a tiny fraction of the price that has been paid for our freedom.

Each one of those markers is a monument to the kinds of hero I spoke of earlier. Their lives ended in places called Belleau Wood, The Argonne, Omaha Beach, Salerno and halfway around the world on Guadalcanal, Tarawa, Pork Chop Hill, the Chosin Reservoir, and in a hundred rice paddies and jungles of a place called Vietnam.

Under one such marker lies a young man--Martin Treptow--who left his job in a small town barber shop in 1917 to go to France with the famed Rainbow Division. There, on the western front, he was killed trying to carry a message between battalions under heavy artillery fire.

We are told that on his body was found a diary. On the flyleaf under the heading, "My Pledge," he had written these words: "America must win this war. Therefore, I will work, I will save, I will sacrifice, I will endure, I will fight cheerfully and do my utmost, as if the issue of the whole struggle depended on me alone."

The crisis we are facing today does not require of us the kind of sacrifice that Martin Treptow and so many thousands of others were called upon to make. It does require, however, our best effort, and our willingness to believe in ourselves and to believe in our capacity to perform great deeds; to believe that together, with God's help, we can and will resolve the problems which now confront us.

And, after all, why shouldn't we believe that? We are Americans. God bless you, and thank you.