CyberWire Daily - Veterans Day Special. [CSO Perspectives]

Episode Date: November 11, 2024

Rick Howard, The CyberWire’s Chief Analyst, CSO, and Senior Fellow, and the cast of the entire CyberWire team, honor our U.S. veterans on this special day. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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She served 10 years, and one of my fondest memories is that I had the honor to pin on her sergeant stripes at her promotion ceremony. We both followed in the footsteps of our dad and both of his brothers who fought in the Korean War. And as I'm saying this out loud, my wife is yelling at me from the other room. No, no, no. Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. Her dad served in the Army in three wars, World War II, Korea, and Vietnam. But he was the luckiest soldier on the planet.

He was sick with pneumonia on a hospital boat when his unit fought at the Battle of Anzio, was stationed in Germany during the Korean War, and was stationed in Korea during the Vietnam War. In three wars, he never fired a shot in anger. Amazing! And she had a gaggle of cousins and uncles that did their time as well. We never talk about it much, but serving in the military kind of runs deep in my family. And I've noticed that's true for many families. There's typically a branch of the family tree that has served in some capacity somewhere. When I pulled the Cyber Wire team, we have a lot of veterans. And for those who weren't in the military, many are actively supporting family members who are. So, as November is the traditional month that the United States

celebrates Veterans Day, we thought we would take a beat and honor all the veterans in our lives. My name is Rick Howard, and I'm broadcasting from the CyberWire's secret Sanctum Sanctorum studios, located underwater somewhere along the Patapsco River near Baltimore Harbor, Maryland, in the good old U.S. of A. And you're listening to CSO Perspectives, my podcast about the ideas, strategies, and technologies that senior security executives wrestle with on a daily basis. According to the USO, which stands for the United Service Organizations, who knew?

Veterans Day is a U.S. federal holiday that always falls on the 11th of November. The holiday's impetus was the end of fighting in World War I between Germany and the Allied and Associated Nations. That day ended four years of fighting that had resulted in the deaths of 8 million soldiers and 13 million civilians. The following year, the war officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles. Following the United Kingdom's example of honoring unidentified World War I soldiers, the U.S. buried four of its own at the Tomb of the Unknowns in Arlington National Cemetery in 1919. The Army assigned guards to the tomb in 1926 to discourage visitors from damaging it, and in 1937, according to the Department of Defense, guards became a permanent,

continuous presence standing watch. There has been a sentinel on duty ever since, which is appropriate since this quote from an anonymous poet captures the sentiment exactly. Quote, our flag does not fly because the wind moves it. It flies with the last breath of each soldier who died protecting it, end quote. One of my favorite stories about the watch happened in 2003 as Hurricane Isabel landed in the vicinity of Washington, D.C. According to the Washington Post, the watch commander gave permission to the guard detail for the first time in its history to seek shelter if the weather got bad enough. for the first time in its history to seek shelter if the weather got bad enough. They'd remain in view of the tomb, but not on the traditional black mat in front of it,

where they typically march 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. Sergeant First Class Frederick Geary, the details commander for the night, made the decision to keep the watch on the mat throughout the storm. I love that he did that. In my mind, I hear him say, not on my watch. Not on my watch. In 1938, Congress made the day a legal national holiday in recognition of World War I veterans, quote, a day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace and to be thereafter celebrated and known as Armistice Day. But in 1954,

after the country had been through two more wars, World War II and the Korean War, Congress amended the holiday to honor American veterans of all wars. Later, in an effort to create a standard three-day holiday for federal employees, Congress passed a law in 1968 to ensure that four national holidays fell on a Monday. Washington's birthday, Memorial Day, Veterans Day, and Columbus Day. But many states didn't agree with the consolidation and continued to celebrate Veterans Day on its original date. And as you can imagine, that caused quite a bit of confusion. So in 1975, President Ford signed the law that put Veterans Day officially back on 11 November. And just to be clear, it's Veterans Day, not Veterans Day, not plural. As the U.S. Department

of Veteran Affairs says, it's not a holiday that veterans own. It's a holiday, quote, for honoring veterans directly in front of us right now, end quote. But not just for the veterans themselves. We honor the entire system of family and friends who have supported the soldiers in the field since the first days of the American Revolution. As Abraham Lincoln said, quote, honor also the citizen who cares for his brother in the field

and serves as best he can the same cause, end quote. I wrote an essay called Reborn at Arlington back in 2000 when I was stationed at the Pentagon. I was near the end of my career and a simple fun run, something that soldiers have been doing for decades, made me realize the significance and honor of being part of the military tradition. As General George Patton said, quote, the soldier is also a citizen. In fact, the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one's country, end quote. That's my feeling exactly. After the break, we'll at Fort Myer, Virginia, waiting for the sun to rise.

The leadership had scheduled another morale-building yet mandated fun run, where once a quarter, the entire unit comes together to do PT, physical training, and a show of esprit de corps and unit cohesion. Since we were all stationed at the Pentagon, many of us had been in the Army for a while. We were a little broken down in the body department

and had seen our fair share of these types of events. There we were at the twilight of our careers, huddled in small groups during the dawn of one more PT morning. Of course, there was the usual grumbling between the old soldiers, asking one another if we were motivated yet and if we had a cup of esprit de corps to spare. But there was a sprinkling of young soldiers among us too, and their shiny new faces kept us old-timers from getting too cynical and fussy. As the sun poked up above the horizon, the Army's Command Sergeant Mater called the gaggle to attention. And the formation began to run. Four, one, two, three, four, double time. March. C-130 rollin' down the strip.

C-130 rollin' down the strip. We're on an airborne range, we're gonna take a little trip. On an airborne range, we're gonna take a little trip. The non-commissioned officers, the NCOs, led the assemblage in rousing voice and extolled the virtues of Granny, My Girl, and the C-130. Below the roar of the singing, just in the background, you could hear the footsteps of the 1500 strong pounding the pavement in syncopated rhythm.

One, two, three, four, three, four. One, two, three, four, three, four. One, two, three, four, three, four. My old Granny, she's three, four. The formation crested the hill overlooking Arlington Cemetery, and the vista of Washington, D.C. opened up before us. The Army colors at the front of the formation started their descent towards the cemetery, just as the rising sun reached the top of the Washington Monument several miles distant.

And still, the singing and the pounding drove the formation as it snaked down the hill towards the front gates. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. She does beat you in a tree. She does beat you in a tree. As the colors passed the cemetery, like a line of dominoes falling, the singing faded away. One, two, three, four.es falling, the singing faded away. One platoon after the other fell silent in mute honor of our fallen comrades-at-arms, laid to rest in the National Cemetery.

As the voices muted, the only sound you could hear was the constant beat, beat, beat of the run and the army colors whipping in the slight breeze. Nobody spoke except the occasional NCO, keeping everybody in step with a solid but quiet. It was serene. It was sublime. Midway through the run, the command sergeant major called the formation to a halt and commanded us to execute a right phase towards the middle of the cemetery. The morning sun had burned off the last vestiges of mist from the manicured lawns. The breeze trickled through the formation's silence and the army colors at the front. And then we all heard it. That mournful sound of a single bugler playing taps. He began low at first, almost whispering the sound through the horn.

But slowly his crescendo wrapped the listener into a cocoon of sadness, memory, and gratitude about the lives that could have been or that was. On that misty morning, young and old soldiers alike shed mutual tears as the bugle played on. When it was done, and the silence greeted the end of the song, a chill went down my back. It occurred to me that we were not merely taking a morning jog anymore. We were actually passing in review. These fallen soldiers, some of whom had given the ultimate sacrifice for their country, and others who were prepared to do so, were watching us and sizing us up. I hoped that

we could pass muster. I had this great desire to let them all know that we had the guide on now, and it was in good hands. We would not let them down. I stood a little taller then. My old muscles didn't ache so much. As we began to run home, the burden was a little lighter. As 1,500 boarded the buses to head back to the Pentagon, I realized that this old soldier was less cynical today, less worn for wear. Although I may not have that shiny face of one of those new soldiers, I was reborn this morning, together, both old and young. We will

carry on. And that's a wrap for all of you veterans out there who have served in whatever country you hail from and the family members and friends who support you. Happy Veterans Day from the folks here at the Cyber Wire. We thank you for your service. The Cyber Wire CSO Perspectives is edited by John Petrick and executive produced by Peter Kilby. Our theme song is by Blue Dot Sessions, remixed by the insanely talented Elliot Peltzman,

who also does the show's mixing, sound design, and original score. And he absolutely killed it for my Reborn at Arlington essay. And I am Rick Howard. Thanks for listening. Your business needs AI solutions that are not only ambitious, but also practical and adaptable. That's where Domo's AI and data products platform comes in. With Domo, you can channel AI and data into innovative uses that deliver measurable impact. Secure AI agents connect, prepare, and automate your data workflows, helping you gain insights, receive alerts, and act with ease through guided apps tailored to your role. Data is hard. Domo is easy. Learn more at ai.domo.com. That's ai.domo.com.