What are we willing to die for?
In the late 1970’s while serving in the United States Army I was stationed in an outpost in Turkey for one year. The base was a small camp of a hundred servicemen. On Sundays I would go with several others on an hour trip into Istanbul where we would attend Mass at the Italian Consulate. Everything though strange was pleasant those first five months that I was there.
Then one morning while waiting for an inspection, we
were notified that the inspection had been called off. At first it was
difficult to find out exactly why, after all we had been preparing for this
inspection for almost a month. Then the news came, a terrorist group had
attacked a group of our guys
waiting for a bus near Istanbul.
Only one died, another who was a close friend of
mine had been hit in the leg, the rest were okay. That Friday morning we were
told that intelligence had learned that
several terrorist groups in the
area were making plans to attack other groups of American servicemen and that
we shouldn’t travel off base until things had a chance to cool down.
The Chaplain on the base
notified me on Saturday that the Sunday trip to the Italian Consulate was still
on and would leave at the normal time on Sunday morning. I remember standing
from a distance to see if anyone would actually venture out on the trip to go
to Mass when things were so dangerous. I watched as the Colonel and another
officer got into the military vehicle and then after waiting awhile (presumably
for me) they left for Mass.


