“Lord,
who is worthy to find refuge upon your holy hill?…He who practices loyalty, even if it ruins him…” (Psalms 15:1, 4, MPV)
Captain Robert
Scott, the famous Antarctic explorer, attempted the first expedition to the
South Pole in 1912. He was beaten by Roald Amundsen.
...By a whisper that may as well have been a mile.
You see, the
two expeditions were on the ice at the same time, so reminiscent of those days
many of us remember, as our own space race.
Both teams
drove forward towards the same goal. But Amundsen took dogs, and every modern
expert will tell you that that made all the difference. Dogs provided an edge
that placed the Scandinavian at the pole first.
Scott was
sorely disillusioned when, arriving at the pole, an empty tent, and a Norwegian
flag awaited him there. All that was left to be done was pose for pictures,
(his own English flag in the foreground,) and head for home.
But contrary to
Scott’s lack of planning, this was no ordinary team of men that accompanied
him. The loyalty of these men was nothing short of legendary. For the love of
these men for their leader was beyond questioning.
Oh,
the trials and the sheer bravery of these
few. And the selflessness.
For when one of
the men deteriorated badly, in temperatures that dropped to –43 degrees F., his
feet horribly frostbitten, he made an excuse to walk outside. His last words, “I’m
going outside for what might be quite sometime.” This fellow, an Englishman
named Oates, was never seen again. His surviving teammates realized he had
sacrificed himself, as a matter of loyalty. Since they were in no condition to
pull him to safety by sled.
The last three
men continued the long march, also severely frostbitten, with hunger setting
in. It is said that it took over an hour for them to put their socks on in the
morning, so terribly black and swollen were their feet.
Finally, after
almost super-human efforts, these polar comrades found themselves within 11
miles of a food catche, something that might have made all the difference in
their fate. Yet at that very moment, an unexpected blizzard arose, and they
were forced into the tent.
The unfortunate
men talked about “making a run for it,” in spite of the raging blizzard, but
days multiplied, and they found themselves writing morose letters to their
loved ones; letters that would be found next to their frozen bodies.
Captain Scott, himself, it is known now, was
the most desperately ill. It has been strongly conjectured that the other two
men might have had the wherewithal to brave the blizzard, and reach the food
supply. But they seemed convinced that the Captain could not live long enough
for them to reach the food, and return to him. So they remained, to their own
detriment. These noble armor-bearers would not allow their leader to die alone.
And so they gave up all their tomorrow’s… without so much as a bitter word, or
a second guess. For what they wrote in no way reflected that vein of thought.
Loyalty.
I think the
actions of such men virtually SHOUT the
word.
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