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On New Frontiers

I met an American Idol this week. Actually, he is more of an American Icon: Gene Kranz. He was the Flight Director during the golden age of American space exploration that included all of the Mercury, Gemini and Apollo missions. He led the flight control team for the first lunar mission when Neil Armstrong landed with just 17 seconds of fuel to spare. And it was he who heard the famous words uttered by Jim Lovell, Mission Commander of the ill-fated Apollo 13: Houston, we have a problem. And it was he whose determined leadership and team spirit provided the ultimate response: Failure is not an option.

Mr. Kranz and I shared breakfast together and talked like two old pilots are wont to do, using our hands as much as our mouths. We swapped stories. His were far more interesting than mine. There is no mission more interesting to debrief than Apollo 13. His story was succinct and captivating. If you are of my age, you probably remember it well from memory or from the movie of the same name so I won’t go into detail here.

What I want to talk about are his comments regarding spaceflight, our national will and our tolerance for risk and reward. Let me start by reading the wonderful inscription that Gene Kranz wrote for me in his book.
“Inspired by a brash, young and articulate President, we rose to the challenge and won the war for space.”
That brash, young and articulate President was John F. Kennedy. He said,

“We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.”

That war was fought by engineers who averaged 26 years of age; using a hundred “computers,” real people with slide rules and graph paper instead a laptop; designers who invented new alloys and developed new metallurgy to carry man into space; and intrepid explorers who all risked their lives and some who lost theirs in an effort to fulfill the destiny of mankind to seek new frontiers, this one in space.

President Kennedy committed us to meet not only the challenge of space but the “other things,” too. They were different times back in 1962. We were in Cold War with the Soviet Union; we were at the precipice of expanding the war in Vietnam; the Cuban Missile Crisis was just in front of us; and we had successfully led the planet from the rubble of a World War. We had the best and we had the brightest talent in the world upon whose shoulders we could support an entire nation and lead an entire world. There was a lot on our plate.

We met great challenges with the courage and confidence that springs from a determined national leadership, a strong national identity and a frontier spirit. Each challenge is measured in terms of risk versus reward. America was a risk taker and a reaper of great rewards.

I told Mr. Kranz that I became a Navy pilot in hopes of becoming an astronaut. He wondered aloud, “what will we become if our children can’t dream of being an astronaut?”
What has become of us? We are no longer risk takers. We have traded our frontier spirit for the living room couch. We shield our children from competition: no dodge ball; no tag; no losers. The richest among us no longer create things of value. The poorest among us no longer have to work.

In the absence of a manned space program, we are shutting down large chunks of our space infrastructure. We are discarding thousands of engineers and interrupting the steady stream of knowledge and experience that we toiled so long and hard to earn. We are abrogating the highest of high technology to other countries whose own sense of national identity calls for bold and brash leadership. We beat the Russians to the moon and now we hitch a ride into space from them.

These times call for brash leadership in America. If we are ever to reemerge as the preeminent power on this planet and resume our leadership of the free world, then we must stake our claim on new frontiers and new challenges that inspire a generation to work hard and to engage our very best talent in its successful pursuit. Lofty goals and high ambition must be met with the sweat of our brow with our shoulders to the wheel. America’s destiny has always been to lead.

Gene Kranz is no longer the brash, young and articulate man of 30-something who led mission control during its’ finest hour. But age has not diminished his message that bold leadership and accountability mitigate risk and leads to ultimate reward.
Are you listening Mr. President? America, we have a problem and failure is not an option.

Press on.

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On Opportunity: A Radio Essay for June 4, 2011

“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” These are the words of the late tennis star and humanitarian, Arthur Ashe. I thought them apropos of the season for a number of reasons. It is, after all, graduation season. The colleges are out already and my son graduates high school today. Between myself, my wife and children, my family has a lot of experience with a lot of graduations and these words could seem quite useful to new graduates embarking upon the next phase of their lives. In fact, I wish someone had said them to me when I graduated high school in 1973.

We often tell our graduates that they must find their inner muse and pursue their passion. That’s pretty hard to do when the sum total of life experience is so small. I recently heard some good advice from an unlikely source in the NY Times: go find something that is broken, something that irks you and fix it. Your passion will find you. This is the best advice I’ve read in The Times in a long while.

There are few perfect moments in life when everything comes together in harmonious junction and the way forward lies clear and unambiguous. We usually cannot afford to wait for those precious moments lest we become paralyzed in our action. Most times, we are forced to cast our net into the deep and hope for the best. This is where faith meets opportunity.

And opportunity, or more accurately, the lack of it, brings me to the meat of this essay. The economy is in shambles and Congress and the Administration seem content to extract sound bytes and posture to create the most embarrassing voting records for the 2012 election cycle rather than confront the dilemma that is at our doorstep in 2011. Our dismal economy is robbing the Class of 2011 of its opportunity, just as it did for the Class of 2010 and 2009.

Our recent graduates are piling up along the shoreline waiting for the previous wave of graduates to advance inshore. Their ranks are being decimated of hope for the future with each pressing wave. College grads with freshly minted degrees are serving lattes at the local Starbucks and eating ramen noodles with little hope of paying down their college loans let alone following their muse. And, with each passing month, they are losing more hope that their future will bring a meaningful opportunity.

I have recently returned from a business trip to Asia. The hotels are full; the restaurants are full; the factories are full. The future for Asia seems incandescent. I know what hope and opportunity look like. I just saw it and I remember when that hope was here in America. Hope has become the principal US export. Long gone are growth rates in excess of 5%. We are mired in something less than 2%. And that is hardly enough growth to employ our latest graduates no less rehire any of our lost workforce that now numbers 13.6 million people.

You have read the dismal figures on the US economy this week. Unemployment up; factories down. In Washington, the monotonous political beat goes on. Political fundraising and K Street activity thrive unabated. They are fighting over the morsels on the floor when the real meat is on the table.

Start where you are. We know the score. Congressional policies that have pandered to special interests for the sake of campaign contributions has led to overly complex and heavily tailored tax breaks that have worked against our national best interests. We know this and with courageous leadership, we can remediate the situation. But the outlook for courageous leadership is bleak from most quadrants.

Use what you have. The United States is not without clout. Ours is still the largest and most creative economy in the world. Our currency is still the default currency. Our military is without a close second. We can project power anywhere in the world without significant opposition. Lead, damn it, lead. Lead, follow or get out of the way.

Do what you can. We may not be able to fix everything at once but surely we must be able to agree to fix something that is broken: the budget, the economy; long term taxation; capital investment; foreign policy, to name a few. Fix these and our passion will find us.

We are not what we once were, said Ulysses, but we are what we are: Strong in will; to find, to seek, to strive and not to yield. I would prefer that this great republic go down swinging having dared mighty things than to succumb to that gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat. And Washington, led by either party, is basking in twilight.

Press on.

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The Tom Wesley and John Weston Review: May 28, 2011

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On Memorial Day: Radio Essay for May 28, 2012

Have you ever really seen wind? Not really. We feel it. We see its’ effects: tree leaves blowing; foam on an ocean whitecap; an umbrella turned inside out on a city street. Some winds give gentle relief to a warm summers’ day and some wind stokes the flames of a wild fire. We know that wind is a consequence of weather. We can’t see it but we know it’s there.

Have you ever really seen freedom? Not really. Like wind, we feel it. We see its’ effects. We participate in peaceful gatherings; we pursue our happiness with friends of our choice; we live life to the beat of our own personal drummer. Freedom is a consequence of national character. We can’t really see it but we know its’ there.

We have faith in the weather and we have faith in freedom. But there is a very real difference. Weather simply happens. We batten down the hatches and wait for the consequences. We take it for granted.

Not so for freedom. Freedom is a demanding mistress. Freedom must be nurtured and this freedom nurturing is very complicated. Freedom is not achieved as much as it is compiled. Its’ durability comes from generation after generation of patriots who were willing to take a stand.

Every generation of Americans has had to answer the question that the siren of freedom asked of them: are you willing to shoulder the mantle and defend the foundation of freedom that our forbearers laid for us? At the dawn of our existence, are you willing to take up arms at daybreak on the Lexington Green against a superior force of Red Coats; as a member of a newly founded country, are you willing to take to sea to face the Barbary Pirates thousands of miles from home along the shores of Tripoli; four score and seven years after the founding of this most imaginative country, are you willing to preserve the Union at Little Round Top in Gettysburg; as the industrial revolution engages, are you willing to enter the trenches at Verdun; as fascism spread across the world are you willing to wade ashore in the face of withering fire at Omaha Beach or Guadalcanal; in the wake of an unsteady peace among giants, are you willing to advance up Pork Chop Hill; in the shadow of the Cold War, are you willing to pilot your helicopter at the nap of the earth in the Central Highlands of Vietnam; in the age of religious extremism, are you willing to fight house-to-house in Fallujah to root out terrorists? Most of our veterans did not sign on in the face of certain danger but did so because some things in our lives are worth defending. It is that simple.

These questions are by no means fair. No one knows with any certainty how they will react in crisis. When the stakes are high enough we fight for things we believe are worth defending. As parents, we instinctively defend our children. As humans, we instinctively defend ourselves. As soldiers charged with the defense of freedom, we fight alongside each other as our nation dictates.

If you have ever raised your hand to serve and defend this country, I salute you and honor your service to this marvelous experiment of America. She has proven herself to be worth fighting for. Without that commitment to protect and defend our way of life, the circumstances would for us, and our world, be different, indeed.

The noble profession of arms is a calling to a selective slice of our countrymen. Upon their shoulders do we place the terrible burden of the defense of this great nation and the defense of freedom for ourselves and our posterity. Time after time, and generation after generation, our youth has borne the horrible cost of freedom in its defense against the onslaught of tyranny. And they have never wavered in their commitment. They have never failed to deliver.

So what is required of us? It is more, I think, than simply placing a flag on the graves of the brave. It is more, I think, than giving inspirational speeches every Memorial Day. If they, who have given their last full measure of devotion, have willingly defended freedom of speech and freedom of assembly and freedom of religion is it not up to us to express ourselves as our founders intended and as our sons and daughters have defended?

In short, we must work hard to become the best citizens we can be; to accept and appreciate the gifts of those past generations of Americans who have borne every burden on our behalf. We must never take life and the many choices and opportunities it brings for granted.

Honor their commitment. Get involved in civics. Vote. Write. Speak. Assemble. Protest. Celebrate. Pray. Pursue happiness while ensuring it for our children’s children by teaching it through our actions. Children listen. Children watch. Children pattern behaviors. And so do adults.

Become worthy of the sacrifices of the many millions of Americans who have worn the uniform of their country: Some to fight; some to wait; but all to serve.
May God bless each and every one of them. And may God bless us all in this greatest country that has taught the world what freedom means; this country that knows the dear price of freedom and its burdens. Long may our flag wave over a free and freedom loving land.

Press on.

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