SUNDAY, JUNE 30, 2002 - ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA
A young Marine restores my faith
Golden Pen Award
Each Sunday The Orange County Register recognizes a letter that
eloquently expresses a viewpoint or engenders a debate on a topic of
public interest.
Today's winner is Ann Baker, a real-estate agent who
lives in Huntington Beach
It was our normal Thursday morning business meeting at
our real-estate office. No big deal. Before the meeting we hung around
the bagel table, as usual, with our coffee. He stood aside, looking a
little shy and awkward and very young, a new face in a room full of
extroverted salespeople. An average looking guy, maybe 5 feet 8 inches.
A clean-cut, sweet-faced kid. I went over to chat with him. Maybe he was
a new salesman?
He said he was just back from Kabul, Afghanistan. A
Marine. Our office (and a local school) had been supportive by sending
letters to him and other troops, which he had posted on the American
Embassy door in Kabul. He stood guard there for four months and was shot
at daily.
He had come to our office to thank us for our support,
for all the letters during those scary times. I couldn't believe my
ears. He wanted to thank us? We should be thanking him. But how? How can
I ever show him my appreciation?
At the end of the sales meeting, he stepped quietly
forward, no incredible hulk. As a matter of fact, he looked for all the
world 15 years old to me. (The older I get, the younger they look.)
This young Marine, this clean-faced boy, had no qualms
stepping up to the plate and dodging bullets so that I might enjoy the
freedom to live my peaceful life in the land of the free. No matter the
risk. Suddenly the most stressful concerns of my life seemed as nothing,
my complacency flew right out the window with his every word. Somewhere,
somehow, he had taken the words honor, courage and commitment into his
very soul and laid his life on the line daily for me and us. A man of
principle. He wants to do it. Relishes it. And he came to thank us? For
a few letters? I fought back the tears as he spoke so briefly and
softly.
He walked forward to our manager and placed a properly
folded American flag in his hands. It had flown over the Embassy. He
said thanks again. You could hear a pin drop. As I looked around I saw
red faces everywhere fighting back the tears.
In a heartbeat, my disillusionment with young people
today quickly vanished. In ordinary homes, in ordinary towns, kids like
him are growing up proud to be an American and willing to die for it.
Wow. We'll frame the flag and put it in the lobby. He only came to my
office once, for just a few minutes. But I realize I rubbed shoulders
with greatness in the flesh and in the twinkling of an eye my life is
forever changed. His name is Michael Mendez, a corporal in the USMC. We
are a great nation. We know because the makings of it walked into my
office that day.
Ann Baker
Huntington Beach