As I laid the table for the family this evening, I was thinking of how to address the Torchlight reader with regards to the New Year. Inexorably my thoughts and wishes once again find their way to the brave souls of the uniformed services. As with other holidays, my family tradition in wartime has always been to set an extra place setting for the soldier in the field. It is a tradition that I hope my children bestow upon their own children someday and that we all never forget the ultimate price that our freedom and the greatness of our societies in the western world demand in exchange for their existence and advancement for generations to come. G-d knows the noblest endeavor is that of the soldier and his selfless dedication to his people.
To my friends, my brethren, my brothers and sisters in arms; whether it be the sherry, the leg of lamb, the single malt, or the pints which follow, know that there is not a sip, nor a morsel that doesn’t remind us all that none would be possible without your supreme sacrifice for G-d, country, and those of us whom you protect each and every night. Wherever you may be tonight, whatever that hour strikes home, know that you are both safe in the warm embraces of G-d as well as in the hearts of the millions you stand watch over. May G-d protect you and may you find the dawn of the New Year brings with it all that life can offer to the noblest and most righteous of men.
I would like to leave you with a quote which must bring all men to decision in these dark and turbulent times.
"Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God!-I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!"
- Patrick Henry Mar 23, 1775