April 9, 1942: As Pearl Harbor smoldered and the American war machine slowly awoke, thousands of Filipino and American soldiers were surrendered to the Japanese. After four months of heroically defending the Bataan peninsula, the food and ammunition ran out and there was little left to do except to lay down their antiquated weapons and accept their fate. Who could have imagined how horrific that fate would be? The allied soldiers (American and Filipino) were forced to march anywhere from 40 to 65 miles without food, water or rest. Along the way thousands were tortured, beheaded, and disemboweled. Some died of heat exhaustion or were just randomly executed as their captors honed samurai skills. For obvious reasons it became known as the Bataan Death March, something we remember even 70 years later.
This weekend two men from Hickory Grove and I will head to Las Cruces, New Mexico for the 24th annual Bataan Death March memorial marathon. It is a grueling run made all the more fun by the 35lb pack and the mountainous terrain. But as demanding as it will be, it pales next to the horrors our young men faced 71 springs ago. Some have asked why I run this race (this is my 4th time, although first with the pack.) I mean, after all, I am not a veteran and I don’t know anyone who was at Bataan, and frankly, I have a lot going on as a pastor. So why subject yourself to such an event. Here are a few reasons:
1. History: I love history and I will have a chance to shake hands with a handful of men that survived the Bataan Death March when they were little more than boys. They won’t be with us much longer.
2. Mortality: It is good now and then to find your limitations, to run till you drop or lift till you vomit or work till you fall over. Finding the ceiling on one’s own ability is a good reminder of mortality. This weekend, I will run on what I one day will become, dust. It’s good to be reminded of that from time to time.
3. I’m soft: I sit in a soft chair, sleep on a memory foam soft bed and I eat soft and chewy chocolate chip cookies. I will run this marathon in a soft pair of New Balance shoes. The night before, I’ll eat a big meal and sleep in a comfortable bed. Along the route there will be water stops manned by encouraging volunteers with a band playing and a crowd cheering at the finish line. And even with all those niceties, I will be lucky to finish it in an upright position. Seventy one years ago, men made of sterner stuff, traveled almost 3 times as far with no shoes, no water, no food and no hope and lived to tell about it. I cannot begin to fathom how they did it. It’s good to be reminded of how soft I am and how tough they were.
4. Honor: In some small minuscule way, running Bataan honors all of those that have sacrificed. Not just the greatest generation but all of the men and women that have laid down their lives, many of which never picked them up again. I have tremendous respect for all of them and this is a tangible way to remember and honor them.
5. A metaphor for life: We all carry some type of weight, burden or pressure; just like the pack I will be carrying this weekend. And often times the key to finishing well in life is just like the key to finishing Bataan. Just keep going, keep moving, standing underneath the pressure, feet sore but solidly planted and moving one in front of the other. Stay the course, finish the race and then take your rest.
I look forward to a great weekend at White Sands Missile Range and hope to come back reminded of some things that will help me be a better husband, father, and pastor.