‘Clebe’ McClary, the veteran who continues to serve, Part II
By Peg Eastman
The first part of our article ended with Clebe McClary’s rescue after the Vietcong attacked his recon team deep in enemy territory. In the initial assault, McClary lost his left arm but kept on fighting. As the battle wore on, a grenade tore out his left eye and burst both eardrums. Shrapnel from another grenade shredded his legs. McClary was hit five times before the patrol was extracted: By then, two Marines had been killed and eight more had been severely wounded.
A Charleston artist’s eye in the Holy Land, Part II
Editors note: This is the second of two-part series on the work of the St. John of Jerusalem Eye Hospital Group and the special project it entered with Charleston artist Jill Hooper to advance ocular care in the Holy Land. Vic Brandt's original article can be found here.
An abbreviated version of this essay ran in the September print edition of the Mercury. We hope you enjoy Ms. Hooper's full piece below.
By Jill Hooper
Outreach – West Bank
The eight-hour plane ride from JFK to Tel Aviv was unlike any other I have taken. Jewish men were cramming their large hat boxes in the overhead compartments and groups of Christians were embarking on a mission or religious tour including a group of several men from Charleston with Saint Michael's Episcopal Church. As we disembarked, a passenger pointed out a Mezuzah* at the entrance of the airport which he touched as we entered. Though they can be found in entryways throughout Israel, he explains that this is the only one he touches, feeling that it was the most important for him. As we stood in line at passport control he taught me how to say "thank you" in Hebrew (todá) and I shared that I was fortunate enough to visit Gaza on my trip. He assured me I'd be kidnapped.
The Mountain, the Holy City and the legacy of a strange kindness
By William Noble McKeachie
Following Tennessee Williams’s death in 1983 it was soon discovered that he had left behind not only a body of literary work replete with mystery and ambiguity — reflective of his own conflicted life — but a trail of continuing conundrums and, indeed, a gift of strange kindness that keeps on giving.
Nature nurtures future leaders at Green River Preserve
By Charles W. Waring III
Can a camp experience be more than s’mores, new friends and a pleasant way to mature while giving parents a break? Many of us have powerful camp memories, but those attending the Green River Preserve — one that has something to offer throughout the year ‑ may stand a better chance than most to become that potential leader who can change attitudes toward the environment but in a way that will resonate with all walks of citizens. The camp is rooted more deeply than what it promises: “A place where bright, curious and creative children connect with the joy and wonder of nature.”
An essential study for conservatives and the curious
Big Tent: The Story of the Conservative Revolution — as Told by the Thinkers and Doers who Made It Happen
Edited by Mallory Factor and Elizabeth Factor
Hardcover 419 pp., $26.99
(Broadside Books, New York, 2014)
By Charles W. Waring III
No matter if you are conservative or liberal, readers will benefit by diving into Big Tent and seeing how the conservatives plan to win this fall and in 2016. Why? The political future will be better understood by developing a keen appreciation of the analyses and perspectives of the players who have been a part of the history that surrounds their movements. Political pendulums swing and only a fool would willingly be caught by surprise; hence, Mallory Factor, with the help of his wife, Elizabeth, has edited a wide range of essays from those who participated in lecturing for his course at The Citadel in the spring of 2012.
Persecution of Christians in the Middle East — Responding vigorously to a call for action
By Charles A. Collins, Jr.
On Saturday, August 16, I departed Charleston, flew to Baltimore for a meeting, then flew back that evening — all the while identifying myself (via my clerical collar) as not only a follower of Jesus Christ but also as a Christian clergyman. The next day I awoke on the 11th anniversary of my ordination as a priest and, similarly dressed, drove to my parish, conducted worship and went to lunch with a parishioner before returning home. At no time on either day was I concerned for my safety due to being identified with my faith and — except for an episode rushing through the cavernous space of Dulles International Airport — my travel was quite uneventful.