Kneeling During The National Anthem: A Veteran's Perspective

Kneeling during the National Anthem is a big topic these days as we struggle through racial tensions in this country. Colin Kaepernick’s protest back in 2016 has restarted all over the country with a different view for a lot of people.

I see a lot of controversy about kneeling during the anthem. Mostly that it’s being viewed as  disrespectful to every person who fought and died for this country. They’re disrespecting our military and our country and our flag!

Well, as a veteran of over 20 years in the military I’d just like to tell all of those people… shut up.

The military has one job: to support and defend the constitution of the United States. That’s it. That’s their job. It’s literally part of the enlistment oath they raise their right hand and say when they join the military or reenlist every 4 years, and the constitution says it’s ok to peacefully protest in any way you feel necessary.

Here’s the thing – I wouldn’t kneel during the anthem. I am a patriot and feel it’s more respectful to stand and either place your hand over your heart or salute if you’re a veteran.

However, as a veteran who is sworn to support and defend the constitution, I will walk in front of a bullet to protect someone who is peacefully protesting, because that is their constitutional right and I will not let anyone take it away from them. Agreeing with them has nothing to do with my duty.

Kneeling during the anthem has NOTHING to do with the military. It has NOTHING to do with the flag. They are COMPLETELY unrelated because the anthem is a song, the flag is an object, and the military is here to defend our constitutional right to protest.

Watching someone kneel during the anthem doesn’t bother me. Sure, I disagree with them, but I still feel it’s their right, and as an actual 20 year, active duty defender of the constitution, I feel I have a perspective that needs to be heard.

Kneeling isn’t being disrespectful to me, it was Kaepernick’s way of saying this country has let down black people and that we haven’t done enough to stop systemic racism in this country. I personally feel he chose the wrong way to get that point across because it was too divisive. But on the other hand… boy did it get the conversation started.

The facts are these: no military person ever fought or died for a song, or for a flag. They fought and died to protect the constitution because it gives us the rights and the way of life we all seem to take for granted every day.

I’m sure I’ll get a lot of grief because of this post, but that’s ok. I want y’all to know that you’re opinions are valuable, and you are entitled to them. That’s what makes this country great. But stop saying that kneeling during the anthem is disrespectful to our military… because I’m the military and I’m not offended.

So protest! Protest as much as you can to bring injustice to light… because the military has your back.

Respectfully,

J. Bret Lamb, USAF (Ret)

We're all connected

Now that I’m retired I have some time to work on some of my hobbies. I’ve been researching my family history for quite a few years, but recently I’ve put a lot of effort into investigating my roots.

It’s been interesting, I’ve found that I have family members who fought on both sides of the Civil War, including a great uncle whose nephew was Abraham Lincoln. I have family who are doctors, lawyers, and even the Attorney General of Arkansas; as well as auto mechanics, barbers, and tons of farmers.

There is of course the weird side of exploring history. I’ve seen records of blatant voter fraud with family who lived on the east coast being registered to vote in California, I found a distant cousin who was murdered by a telephone repairman in her home. There are lots of cousins marrying each other, and even someone who, as a teenager, gave birth to two sons, only to find that their father was her father.

What I’ve come to realize is that the brokenness we feel each day isn’t by chance. We’re all broken in our own way. The sin of Adam and Eve runs deep, and the enemy takes advantage of our free-will whenever possible to exploit our faults.

But even in finding all these things in my family history there is one truth that doesn’t change: Jesus loves them all. Every single one of them.

No matter how much I research my family tree, I truly understand that we are all from the same root. Whether you believe in God, or in evolution, we all had to come from the first entity that spawned men and women. We’re all connected, and we should treat each other as family.

“Be excellent to each other” -Theodore “Ted” Logan

-God, help us to show the love of Christ to others in everything we do and say. Amen.

Protesting Humanity

So Trump is in town for a fundraiser and the city is going crazy. People are making big signs to “protest” him, and I’m wondering when did San Antonio become such a hateful city.

Seriously, protesting is a means for social change, like when people protest war and stuff. Protesting the existence of another human being is pointless and your hateful signs won’t change anyone’s opinion of him.

You’re not “protesting” Donald Trump, you’re just standing outside a building and saying you hate another human being and you have no manners. Congratulations, you just lowered yourself to HIS level of hate speech.

If you want to protest something try marching against gun violence, environmental issues, or equal pay for women - that is something tangible you can change. You can’t change Donald Trump or the people who want to vote for him.

Let your “protest” against the ideology of someone running for civic office be your vote for a different candidate, but I’m willing to bet none of the sign carriers have yet to donate one single minute of their time to campaign for the candidate they want in office.

So no, I won’t be at the Donald Trump “protest” today, I’ll just simply wish him well and say he won’t get my vote because he doesn’t represent the America I want to live in. But then again neither does Hillary Clinton, they’re both horrible people. So I think I’ll just make a big sign that says “Armagedon outa here.”

“Love one another.”  - Jesus

How Voting Trump Defines America

It’s been an especially contentious election year, mostly because of Donald Trump. You either love him or hate him, but I’m not going to debate the merits of whether he should or should not be President (he shouldn’t).

The phenomenon of Donald Trump says two very interesting things about this country –

1. We’re Tired of Politics as Usual:  It’s true, people are seriously fed up with the government and entrenched politicians who don’t seem to really give a rat’s rump about the people they’ve sworn to serve.

This was very evident here in San Antonio during the mayoral race last year. Our old mayor, Julian Castro was called to Washington to become the Secretary of Housing and Urban development. To finish his current term, the city called upon a nice lady named Ivy Taylor. She wasn’t a well-known name and certainly wasn’t a career politician so it was a surprising move.

Fast forward to the election last year. Ivy decided to make it official and see if the people of San Antonio wanted her to continue as Mayor, so she threw her hat in the ring.

Enter Leticia Van de Putte, and longtime politician who had been in the House and Senate but was currently out of a political job, so she decided to make a run at Texas government and ran for Lt Governor. She lost, bad.

It was evident she had no desire to get a real job so she immediately ran for Mayor of San Antonio.

It seemed the outcome of the election was a foregone conclusion. Van de Putte was a political powerhouse with a lot of rich, powerful friends, plus she had every major endorsement you could get, like the police and fire departments.

She lost.

The people of this city made it known that they were tired of the old guard. Career politicians aren’t being effective and the rancor between the Democrats and Republicans has reached a point that nothing gets done, and San Antonio didn’t want someone who was part of that in their city.

This seems to be what is happening with the presidential election. People are tired of the same old politics, so they’re throwing their votes at a person who isn’t a politician and says things that a lot of people are thinking. Unfortunately, he’s also saying a lot of things people aren’t thinking, and shouldn’t be said out loud in any setting.

But the fact is, people are voting for him and if the Republicans were self-aware at all they’d realize they need to regroup, restructure and remake their party.

Oh, the Democrats don’t get a pass on this either. The fact that a Socialist is getting their parties votes should tell them some things about their party too.

2. America has no Manners: I’ve been noticing this for a few years now. I do a lot of blog reading and I’ve been alarmed how the content has slowly become vulgar. People have stopped caring about how they speak and the words they use. It’s rare that I read an online article without the author using a lot of blue words.

Personally, I start reading an article and if I run into a f**k I stop reading. The reason isn’t because I’m a prude, it’s because people who use those kinds of words are too stupid to know the real words, which means they’re too stupid to write an article of any real intelligence that I would benefit from.

“Vulgarity is no substitute for wit.” -Maggie Smith

Trump says things that are ugly, mean spirited, and downright vulgar at times; but for some reason people are eating it up. Why, because the U.S. has become a country with no couth. 

There are myriad problems with this, but the one that applies to this article is that the President of the United States is a world figure. A statesman. Someone who needs couth. 

Conducting world affairs and meetings with Kings and Prime Ministers and other Presidents requires a great deal of formality and respect. I don’t think Trump has any of those qualities, and the fact that people are voting for him shows that we don’t either.

What the phenomenon of Donald Trump defines about America is that it’s changing. People want something different, for better or worse, they just want something that isn’t the same as what they have now, and since this is a country of majority rule all I can say is that if this is what the people want then the rest of us will have to accept it.

"God, please let your gracious spirit fill this country and let us become a people who understand that words matter. Jesus knew this and chose His words carefully. Help us do the same."

A Book and Its Cover

During my 3 month stay in Ireland I met some interesting people and did some fun things. One of those things was making friends at a local pub called Bolg Bui, which is Irish for “yellow belly.” Don’t ask me why, it’s an Irish thing. I made it a point to visit this pub because it’s a very fertile place to meet people. The Irish pride themselves on their ability to make conversation, so it was a good place to talk about my faith.

The owner of the pub is a neat lady named Tina, and she comes up with fun things to do which the pub sponsors, and one of those events is a Mystery Tour. The concept is fun, you meet at the pub on a certain day and everyone piles into a bus. Where does it go you ask? Only Tina and the bus driver know, it’s a mystery!

I decided to take the tour to meet new people and see some interesting sites. So I got on the bus one night and we headed out to parts unknown. I started talking to everyone on the bus and was surprised to find a very eclectic group of people of different ages and backgrounds, and as the bus winded its way down the tiny back roads of Ireland we all joked about our chances of getting to our destination because the bus driver was a little old man who was in his 80’s! We all wondered if this guy should be driving his own car, let alone a passenger bus.

However, we reached each place safely, and they were all really interesting. We went in and stayed about 30 minutes, had a pint, talked to each other and the people in the pub, and then headed for the next place.

The last pub we stopped at was my favorite because I’m a musician and there was a bunch of people playing traditional Irish music. This is something that a lot of pubs do in Ireland. They love their traditional music, and they’re fun to sing, so on certain nights people show up with their instruments and jam. There were 3 accordion players, an acoustic guitar, an electric guitar, a violin player, and a multipurpose musician who played percussive stuff, like the spoons.

We all had a good time, and since it was our last stop we stayed longer. After about 45 minutes I noticed our bus driver shuffle in. I remember thinking “thank God he came in, it’s freezing outside and the last thing we need is to go back to the bus for the trip home and find this little old man frozen to the steering wheel!”

The bus driver sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, and as the band finished the song they were playing something amazing happened. The violin player got up and walked over to the bus driver and handed him his violin. But it wasn’t just a hand off, the guy almost bowed to the driver as he handed the instrument to him. The guy next to me gave me an elbow and said “you’re privileged to be standing here right now.” My interest was of course very peeked and I watched as this elderly gentleman raised the violin to his cheek, and suddenly the entire pub went silent. I mean totally, completely silent.

Have you ever been in a bar and had it suddenly go quite. That happens, like, never. There are too many people in a bar and too many conversations going on for anyone to care what else is happening elsewhere in the bar, but this place came to a complete standstill.

The driver nestled the violin under his chin, raised the bow, and launched into the most amazing Irish song I've ever heard. This guy’s fingers flew over the neck of the violin faster than anything I've ever seen, and it was precise; every note perfectly played.

Everyone in the pub stood motionless while the song filled the place, and when it was over it erupted into raucous cheers and loud applause. The driver handed back the violin and continued to work on his drink.

The band went back to playing and the din of conversations swelled into the air again. I was amazed at the reverence shown to our bus driver, and it wasn't the only time. Several times throughout the night the violin was handed off and our driver played again, and each time the entire pub didn't make a sound. It was awe inspiring how this guy commanded the attention of everyone in the pub.

The next day I contacted Tina and asked who the driver was, and it turns out he is a legendary traditional Irish music composer named John Dwyer. Who, you say? Well take a look here for a brief bio on John at the Irish Tune Composers website. It only takes a minute to read it, so I’ll wait until you get back…

So yeah, John Dwyer is a really huge star in the Irish music scene. You can see him on YouTube at the 2012 Traditional Irish Festival here if you care to watch him play, it’s worth a few minutes if you like interesting music. He’s from a famous music family, he’s been composer of the year, he’s still touring… and he drove our bus!?

I asked Tina why this legendary musician was driving us round Ireland, and she said “because he loves me.” Wow, that’s sort of like having Van Cliburn drive the limo taking you to prom because he’s friends with your dad.

I learned a great lesson that night and what it means to be humble. John Dwyer didn't care about his fame, he just knew a friend needed someone to drive a busload of people around for a night, so he stepped up. He showed me that the cover of a book does not tell the real story inside, and I’ll endeavor to be worthy of this experience.

"God, teach me to be more like John Dwyer, and to never forget what true humbleness should look like."