Memorial Day - Placing a Value on Death?

In the USA we have two federal holidays dedicated to the military – Memorial Day and Veterans Day.  The former specifically honors those who have lost their lives in the wars of our nation, while the latter is a general recognition of all veterans, though still heavily focused on those who died.

The wars of my generation – Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan – have been almost universally acknowledged as tragic mistakes and failures.  The loved ones of those who lost their lives (or were horribly maimed) in those conflicts probably find little solace in the idea of a higher cause.  There was no victory, no great achievement, no noble sacrifice.  They must wrestle with the notion that their sons and daughters, husbands and wives, fathers and mothers died for nothing, for no reason at all.

 

I would offer a counter argument, that any sacrifice of a life in good faith, regardless of the outcome, should be honored.  The fireman who rushes into a building to save a child and is killed should be honored even if the child dies or was no longer in the building.  It is the act and intention that counts, not the outcome.

 

But every attempt to place some sort of value on a death must ultimately seem a pitiful effort in the face of the horrible injustice of an early death.  The teenager who dies in a car crash, the child who succumbs to cancer, the young adult who overdoses, the kid who is murdered in a drive-by fusillade, the school children massacred in a mass shooting – the incomprehensible tragedy of it all haunts us.

 

Death, even in old age, unleashes a barrage of painful implications – the loss of a loved one and the horrific realization that one will never see them again; the potent reminder of our mortality and the rapid falling of the sand in our own hourglass; the question of life’s meaning and the troubling enigma of our existence.   And these thoughts are ever so much more poignant and relentless when the death is a youthful one.

 

Yes, time does partially heal the wounds.  And yes, we are resilient creatures who carry on even in the face of all of our doubts and fears.  And yes, there is joy to be had in this life no matter what hardships and tragedies confront us.  But death, and especially the death of the young, is never easily rationalized, and it remains a confounding aspect of our lives and rattles our faith and our spirit.  Attempting to place a value on a death is to a great extent a self-delusion, and I wonder whether it offers any real consolation.