Why I Write

“How can I reason with an unread man?”  – John Adams, second president of the United States of America.

The reason I titled my blog site “Ligon Clan Law” – when my four kids were growing up and wanting things without fulfilling their domestic responsibilities…or simply because I, as their father, decided against their requests, they used to ask why I said no. I began citing “Ligon Law” – meaning “because I said so!.” Contrary to popular political correctness a parent still has the right to say NO! despite the minutest possibility of affecting the child’s self-esteem. That one single syllable word used more often today would turn this country right side up again. It would give children limits, anchor their character and provide a moral compass. I’ve always (or almost always) been proud of my children and adopted the “clan” concept from the movie Braveheart (though directly of English ancestry back to one of William the Conqueror’s invaders in 1050 about four successive American generations of Ligons were named William Wallace…hmmm?). So, in the words of John Wayne in the movie The Green Berets, “[Ligon Clan Law] It sings doesn’t it?”

On April 23, 1910, President Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt gave a speech at the Sorbonne.  It is a long speech but such a linguistically masterful comment on the American culture that it, in my opinion, qualifies as an icon of political thought right up there with the Gettysburg Address.  It is chock full of insight into the pros and cons of America (including a scathing indictment of the media) that is still relevant today.  Probably the most cited portion of his speech is The Man in the Arena.  I learned of this at Marine boot camp Parris Island, S.C.  I have tried to live it all my life.  In the ’70s four FBI agents were killed in a five minute suburban Miami shootout with two serial armed robbers/murderers.  During the in-house examination, the partner of one of the dead agents reflected that his buddy had The Man in the Arena tacked on the wall above his desk.  It’s good advice for all men.

         The Man In the Arena

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

I often get asked by well meaning associates (in variously disguised ways) why I haven’t been sued, killed, threatened or arrested for things I write and say.  I wonder at their timidity – or fear – in asking such things.  I’ve never lived my life fearing the consequences of telling the truth.  And I have the officer efficiency reports to prove it.  Strange, I could express my opinion freely without professional repercussions as an NCO in 5th Special Forces Group (ABN).  There it was considered part of the job.  Not so in Big Army.  In Big Army I was criticized for having an “NCO attitude” and called a “Loose cannon.”  But I managed to retire with my integrity intact despite strenuous efforts to the contrary by a morally bankrupt officer corps.  Sometimes I think I would have made a better sergeant major (and am often thought to be) than a captain.  But I’ve always believed one should maximize potential and opportunities.  Despite the Bullshit, I raised the quality of life for my family, helped a few good soldiers, slammed some shitbirds who needed it, and survived to get a better than decent pension.  I told one of my sons recently “I’ve been knocked in the teeth, punched in the gut, kicked in the groin and pounded to the ground throughout my life.  But I kept “bouncing back” (as the Hanoi Hilton POWs used to say). I like to think I’ve failed -and often!- but it was while persistently daring greatly that brought me to a good place at the finish line.

They could have said “No” when I applied to OCS.  Maybe it was my refusal to be awed and pre-orgasmic by high rank that “rankled” (haha) them.  They waited until the Majors’ board and sent my RIF notice to me in Mogadishu.  That’s fine. I wouldn’t have submitted myself to the obligatory Field Grade Frontal Lobotomy anyway.

So, to answer those “cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat” and as a retiree from the military and the border, I’m still a U.S. citizen who loves my country.  I will continue to exercise my God-given right to express my opinion and concerns regarding the direction of my beloved country. I often see “bikers” with “DILLIGAF?” patches on their vests. Mine says in bold letters: IGAF!

One Response to Why I Write

  1. Joel Kiele says:

    John, I met you at Wendy’s tonight at dinner. Thank you for reaching out and introducing yourself. I appreciate your service and the offer of your book. I look forward to reading it. “Rangers lead the way” and “Strike Hold”.

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