While trying to think of something profound to write upon this anniverary of the Second Day of Infamy, I was reminded of something from Roman history. In the year 390 BC, a Gallic tribe called the Senones invaded Italy. They were met on the river Allia by six Roman legions under the command of Quintus Sulpicius. The Romans were all but anniliated and the Gauls went on to take and occupy the city of Rome itself, giving it over to the sack, with only the Capitoline Hill holding out. The Romans were forced to buy off the Gauls with a thousand pounds of gold. To add insult to injury, the Gauls used heavier weights than were standard to weigh the gold. When the Romans complained, the Gallic leader was quoted as saying, "Vae victis." Translated that meant "woe to the vanquished."
The Romans never forgot. It took them almost three and a half centuries, but Caius Julius Caesar eventually avenged Allia and it's aftermath, making sure that it would never happen again. In a campaign lasting ten years, Caesar expunged the indepedence of Gaul. Of the three million Gauls that were alive at the beginning of the Gallic Wars, a million were killed, a million taken into bondage, and a million became Romans.
Vae victis indeed.
Even so, the Gauls were so impressed that they worshiped Caesar as a god. More importantly, the Gauls would never threaten Rome again nor--at least for four centuries--would Gaul become a highway for other barbarians headed for the Roman homeland with the lust for plunder, rape, and murder.
It seems to this writer that twenty centuries later, in the current war against another group of barbarians, we might well prosper to be like the Romans. Not as ruthless as they, of course, for though we make war with weapons unimaginable by the Caesars, we do so with a gentler regard for noncombatants. We would be well advised to emmulate the Romans' persistence. No matter how long it took, no matter the cost in lives and treasure, the Romans never quit and never stopped. Where other nations would have sued for peace, the Romans pervailed through sure determination.
In the five years of the War against Terror, or the War against Islamo Fascism, of just World War III, the worse we have suffered took place on the first day. Since then fifty million people have been given a chance for freedom and peace. Many terrorists who rose in jubilation as the twin towers fell and the Pentagon burned, celebrate no more. And it has all been at the cost of lives of what was often a days work in World War II.
This writer is therefore astonished to hear voices counseling retreat and surrender. Do the people giving this craven advice think making war is an easy, painless thing? Do they think that peace can be bought by quitting? Even more absurd, do they think that we can cut and run from one theater of the war and hope to pervail in another?
We must recognize that this war will not end until one of two things happen. Either every soul in the Dar es Islam, from North Africa in the west, to Indonesia in the east, will be free and the very desire to commit terrorism will be dead along with the terrorists. Or, our civilization goes down, as that of Rome eventually did.
Think on that, the next time some liberal Democrat whines about the cost of making war or slimes the people trying to prosecute it.
I have more recent thoughts on this day and what it means
here and
here.
Popular culture is just beginning to come to grips with what happened to us on that day.
World Trade Center, Oliver Stone's finest work, is still in its first run.
United 93, the story of the first warriors who fought back, is out on DVD. An older film,
DC:911, which tells the story from the point of view of the White House, is also recommended.