Monday, April 30, 2012

Texians - What I learned from Texas History

(We went on a History field trip to San Antonio last week.  Here's what we learned.)

Once upon a time in Texas (which is how all good stories should begin) a group of Texians (I don't know when we ditched the "i" but we are the better for it) at the beginning of the Texas Revolution faced a difficult decision, return their cannon to the Mexican government or fight to the death to keep it.

Our boy, Stephen F. Austin (Hurrah!), took a vote among the settlers. (Love that he did this.  "Y'all willin' to die? Yup?  Alright then.) They said, "We're not giving the cannon back.  They'll have to come and get it." Just to prove that they were serious, they made this flag

No one wrote down what the Mexican commander Ugartechea (how would you like to be a kid trying to spell that name?) said, but I'll bet it sounded something like "$%^&*$#@%^$$%" but with a Mexican accent.

It wasn't much of a battle, the Texians won.  The Mexicans eventually got the cannon back at The Alamo (We think.  No one knows for certain.) 

That's not really the point anyway. I just keep wondering about what kind of men decide "By golly, they're not taking this from us," and are willing to back it up with their lives.  (The Mexican Army didn't take prisoners, y'all.  There were 2 choices, win or die.)

They were the same kind of men who looked out of the mission at Goliad and saw the approaching Mexican Army, did a quick head count and knew they were toast.  100+ settlers against over 1000 seasoned soldiers? You would think they'd have slipped out in the night.  They didn't.  They grabbed hold of some red paint and made this little beauty:
The message was clear.  Those boys'd rather cut off their own right arms than live under tyranny.  The Mexicans took them up on that and killed all but a handful in a dreadful massacre.


There's something odd in going to the memorials of famous (or not so famous in the cases of Gonzales and Goliad) battlegrounds. They are quite simply old buildings and grass.  If not for the signs and displays, there would be no way of knowing what was done on those spots.  There would be no record of the incredible bravery of those men.

And, by gum, they were men. (None of this crazy metro-sexual stuff going on at The Alamo, I can promise you that!)

I'd like to think that this kind of man still exists today.  I hope even more that my boys are that kind.  I hope for my sons to be men of conviction, to stand up for freedom and right. I want them to be willing to call evil by its name and not be ashamed of the consequences that come from it.  I want them to be willing to die for what they know to be true.  I want them to be prepared for martyrdom even as I pray they never are asked to pay that price. 

I want them to be strong, proud, and a little bit salty.  I want my sons to be men like Davy Crockett who told his detractors "You may all go to Hell. I'm going to Texas."  How do I raise boys like that?

How do we go about teaching our boys that sometimes you have to charge Hell with a bucket of water and the Devil take the consequences? 

How do we make them fearless in a world of over-protection?

I suppose it begins with them on their knees.  They'll have to start out there or they'll never have the strength to stand.


Maurisa said...

Oooh! Just love that last paragraph!

Amy@Diapeepees said...

You so put into words what I was thinking recently when we read the history of the Alamo (and we're from the Midwest). And well we're at it, the whole American Revolution. Those men. To care enough to die for something. I almost cry when I read my daughter's history book. It's both sad and incredibly, tearfully beautiful. I know there's people like this still -- but certainly not as many. I'm glad to hear someone share my sentiments.

Christine Falk Dalessio said...

Brilliant. I keep thinking of Joshua at the wall of Jericho...
And I think you raise boys like that by wanting to raise boys like that. And by having great male role models, and by lots and lots of prayer.

I also can't help comparing this to HHS, for all of us who are people of faith. I wanna say something like - want our religious freedom? Come and take it.

Anonymous said...

The "come and take it" cannon is housed at the Gonzales Memorial Museum and it is thought to be the original cannon. There was a come and take it flag that flew at the Alamo and that was taken by Mexico and they still have it.

Reiuxcat said...

I lived in Seguin for 15 years, just a little West of Gonzales. When I bought my very first home, my friends at the local flag company asked if I wanted a flag to fly.

The Gonazales flag was the flag I got and flew proudly.

Lena said...

I thought the cannon was in LarryD's basement.

Amy said...

This reminds me of a quote by Emiliano Zapata: "I would rather die standing on my feet than continue living on my knees." I don't know anything about this guy, but my grandpa (a Texan), had a plaque with this saying on his front porch.