My Memorial Day is being spent in unmemorable travel, starting at about 10:00 a.m. in Cannon Beach, Oregon, and concluding well past midnight Central time. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t post anything during such a trek, but I’ve sensed a disturbance in the blogosphere over Google’s lack of interest in Memorial Day. (Its holiday logos have never included Veterans’ Day either.) Ordinarily, again, I wouldn’t be interested in arguing about whether the company is slighting American soldiers in time of war, cravenly avoiding the risk of giving offense to people who think that American soldiers should be slighted in time of war, or merely failing to note what is, after all, far from the only occasion to celebrate patriotism. (It has never missed the Fourth of July.)
I feel compelled to say something, however, because two years ago Democrats.com exposed me as a cog in Google’s division of the vast right-wing conspiracy. Let me make it clear, then, that even though –
this guy [me] appears to have an agreement with google.com – they have flooded the search engine with SCORES of links to Stromata – the kind of link spreading google only does for a very high price, and not by chance
– the bargain does not extend to endorsing to any degree a policy of ignoring Memorial Day. In fact, on the recommendation of Instapundit and ChicagoBoyz, I have marked the day by sending a small subvention to the Wounded Warrior Hospital Fund.
And while I’m typing, let me observe that neither Google nor many others have recalled that today is also, passing lightly over calendrical differences, the 553rd anniversary of the fall of Constantinople to the Turks, a disaster that led directly to our present war against Islamofascism. Something that I wrote about that four years ago (scroll down to May 29, 2002) seems fitting for Memorial Day, too:
Constantine [XI Palaiologos] and his city met their fate bravely and memorably, thanks not to any special qualities of their own but to the traditions that had shaped them. In some era to come, which I pray will be as far from us as the last Constantine was from the first, the United States of America will come to an end. Under what circumstances, warlike or peaceful, we cannot know, but we can know that how creditably our descendants encounter their fate will depend in no small measure on the principles and traditions that we leave behind for their inspiration and guidance.
The fallen will be good teachers, if we are apt pupils.
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