On this fourth anniversary of our miltary invasion of Iraq, I’m tempted to write a post filled with political analysis and no small measure of bitterness and anger. I will resist this urge and offer you this instead: one soldier’s posthumous letter to his family.
It comes from an article in yesterday’s Chicago Tribune about Capt. Michael MacKinnon (30) who was killed in January 2005 when his Humvee struck an improvised explosive device. He left behind a wife Bethany (now 27), Madison (8) and Noah (7). Shortly before he left for his first deployment to Iraq in 2003, Capt. MacKinnon wrote this letter to his wife and children. He left it in a drawer in their bedroom and asked his wife not to read it unless it was necessary.
I’m posting the letter in its entirety and I implore you to read it until the very end – even if you find the prospect too much to bear. We simply cannot allow ourselves to become numb to the human cost of this conflict. Read this letter, then multiply its sorrow by the thousands. It’s the very least we can do for Capt. MacKinnon and the myriad American soldiers and Iraqi civilians whose precious lives have been sacrificed in a war now officially entering its fifth year.
May their memories be for a blessing.
Dear Bethany, Madison and Noah,
If you are reading this, then I failed to be fast enough, smart enough, or lucky enough. Writing this is very difficult for me so bear with me if I ramble along. I needed to write this letter because there are some things that I needed to say and that I wanted you to hear. Bethany, you are the love of my life. I’ll never forget the first time I say you. You were so beautiful. I had so much fun falling in love with you. Our long walks at West Point, our trips to New York City and Niagra Falls. The times we spent in Montana even if we almost froze on the river that day. I loved every second that I spent with you. I know that through the years we had some rough times, but our love and enjoyment of each other was so much stronger. A funny little thought I always had. You know that all the formals at West Point were nothing but a competition of who had the prettiest date? I’m not going to lie, but I always checked the competition. Every time you were the most strikingly beautiful woman in the room. I know I told you that every time and you brushed it off, but I truly believed it. I think ring weekend was the most beautiful I had ever seen you second only to watching you hold and sing to babies Madison and Noah. I want you to know that my biggest regret during my relationship with you is that I never gave you the wedding ring you/we both deserved. I have never doubted that someday we would make it happen and that we would have our day in the sun. I hope someday you will find someone who loves you as much as I do. I want you to be with someone who sees you as beautiful as I did. Don’t ever feel guilty if you fall in love again. You don’t deserve to be alone and unhappy the rest of your life. I understand. I believe there is a heaven and I think I have been a good enough man to be there. I’ll watch you and I’ll watch the kids grow up with a tear in my eye wishing I was there to see with my own eyes. Some day we will all be together again. I don’t think words could ever describe how much I love you. I want you to know that I loved my life. You made me very happy. I became a better person after meeting you – more complete. When you think of me in years to come, I want you to celebrate my life and not mourn my death. Don’t think about all that you, Madison and Noah and I missed but think of the good times we had together.
Madison, I’m sorry I broke the promise I made to you when I said I was coming back. You were the jewel of my life. You made me so happy every time I saw you. You are the sweetest little girl. Don’t ever change. I wanted nothing more in my life than to be with you as you grew up. I want you to know that I loved you more than I can ever imagine. If you can do anything for me, you can take school seriously and do well. With a good education you can become anything you want. Stay away from drugs. They will ruin your life. Finally, stay away from bad men. You deserve too much. I don’t think that anyone would ever be good enough for you. I have to tell you that you really broke my heart that day when I left you and you said “don’t go, I need my daddy, I don’t want my daddy to go.” I nearly cried in front of all the army guys. Stay beautiful, stay sweet. You will always be daddy’s little girl. I loved every minute of my life that I spent with you. From the first time I held you, to pushing you on the swings, playing steamroller and walking you to school. I always felt that that was our little thing. I loved holding your hand and walking you to class. You are a good girl. I am so proud of you. You made me so happy. I will always be with you.
Noah, you are my miracle son. I loved you very much. I regret that we never got the bond together that we so much wanted. I know I was hard on you, but only because I saw so much potential. You made me very happy and proud. I admired how tough you were when you had your surgery. That was the first time that I realized you would always be a fighter and never give up on anything. I have the same dying wish for you as Maddie. Take school seriously and do well. Stay away from drugs. Try to live the rest of your life as the best man you can be. I remember holding you after you were born. I was so happy. You loved it when I stroked your head. You are now the man of the house. Take care of your mom and your sister. You now have the same burden as your father had, to carry on the MacKinnon legacy. Try hard to keep it alive. Noah, I loved you very much and am proud to have you as a son. You brightened up my life every time we spent together. I will always be with you.
I want you all to know that I loved my family very much. Every time I was away, all I could think about is all of you. I know I wasn’t the best husband or father in the world, but I always want to be remembered as a family man. I don’t care to be remembered as a smart guy, an athletic guy, or a good soldier. I want people to say “that Mike really did love his family.” I want you to know that my last thoughts in my life were of you. All of you need to get on with your life and do the things that make you happy. It’s OK to be sad that I’m gone but be happy for me that I got to spend time with a loving wife, a beautiful daughter, and an exceptional son. I got to see both your births, I got to see your first steps. I got to watch you grow into perfect children. I am very honored to have the three of you as my family. My greatest regret in this life is that I can’t watch you grow up. I will be with you all for ever. I consider myself the luckiest man ever to have lived. I couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate or better children. I don’t think that in any letter I could ever say all that needs to be said, so I will end it here. I am proud, I am happy, I have been filled with so much love. I will always be there in your hearts.
Love always and forever,
Michael – Daddy
I’m writing this post from Phoenix, AZ, where I’ve been attending the annual convention of the Reconstructionist Rabbinical Association. I’m thrilled to report that the RRA overwhelmingly passed the following resolution on Iraq and Iran at our Business Meeting today (submitted by myself and incoming RRA President Rabbi Toba Spitzer.)
However one feels about the policies that have made such a mess of the Iraq war, it is politically and morally unacceptable to be so distanced from those in harm’s way and their families.
Like many of you, I couldn’t avoid images of Saddam’s hanging blasting out at me from every corner of the web this past week. The top posts on most blogs invariably advertised the most “uncensored” version of the now infamous cell phone footage of the Hussein execution. Not a proud week to be a blogger…
No Sacrifice At All…
The most generic word for sacrifice is “korban,” which comes from the Hebrew root meaning “close.” The clear implication is that sacrifice was the spiritual means by which the ancient Israelites were able to feel close to God’s presence.
This, then, is the central focus of Vayikra: the ways in which sacrifice can help us effect a sense of closeness with the Divine. In this way, Vayikra makes it abundantly clear that spirituality and sacrifice are irrevocably intertwined. Only by giving up something precious and valuable could the Israelites find communion with God. To be sure, animal offerings represented a significant personal sacrifice for a community whose wealth was fundamentally tied up with their flocks and herds. Vayikra emphasizes repeatedly that only the best animals – “without blemish” – were worthy of sacrifice upon the altar. These offerings were, without question, truly sacrificial gifts.
Ever since the destruction of the Temple and the end of the formal sacrificial system, the concept of sacrifice has presented a challenge for Jewish tradition. Though the Jewish sages famously taught that prayer effectively became the functional equivalent of animal sacrifice for Jews, it is worth asking if the sacramental aspect of true sacrifice has somehow become lost to us. Indeed, what significance does korban hold for a contemporary Jewish nation that lives far, far away from the milieu we read about in Leviticus?
As contemporary Americans, we might ask ourselves a similar question: is sacrifice even an operative concept in our civic culture any more? This is a particularly critical question for a country engaged in a war that currently entering its fifth year. Witness this exchange during a recent interview between PBS’s Jim Lehrer and President Bush:
Beyond the war in Iraq, we Americans would do well to ask ourselves further: are we ready to sacrifice to pay higher taxes to ensure the welfare of the most vulnerable members of our society? Are we ready to make the financial sacrifices necessary to ensure universal health care in our country? Are we ready to sacrifice our increasing energy consumption to help ensure the survival of our planet?
Are we really, truly ready to open an authentic national conversation about the true meaning of collective sacrifice?
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