Eagle Court of Honor

Last night I had the wonderful opportunity to attend an Eagle Court of Honor for a fine young man who had achieved this great milestone in his life.  For those of you that may not know, Eagle Scout is the highest rank in Boy Scouting and is extremely challenging to reach.  Only a couple out of every 100 scouts achieve this rank.  To earn the rank of Eagle a scout must earn 21 merit badges.  He must also plan and lead the completion of a  major service project.  Both my brother and myself are Eagle Scouts.  We also have several friends that have made this milestone.

This is the second Eagle Court of Honor I have attended this year which is significant as it is the 100th Anniversary of the Founding of the Boy Scouts of America.  I currently serve as the Cubmaster in the same chartering organzation that charters the Boy Scout Troop which this young man was in.  Having my own cub scout son has also contributed to my renewed interest in Scouting, it's great legacy, and the great good it does in helping mold boys into men.

At the court of honor we were fortunate to hear a wonderful story re-told by our Assistant District Commissioner.  This story originally appeared in an article written by a long time supporter of the scouting program, Thomas S. Monson, in the LDS publication "Ensign" in November 1982.  A link to the full article is here:  Thomas S. Monson Article

Here is the portion of the story as retold at the court of Honor which was originally told by Thomas S. Monson:

Several years ago a group of men, leaders of Scouts, assembled in the mountains near Sacramento for Wood Badge training. This experience, where men camp out and live as do the Scouts they teach, is a most interesting one. They cook and then eat—burned eggs! They hike the rugged trails which age invariably makes more steep. They sleep on rocky ground. They gaze again at heaven’s galaxies.
This group provided its own reward. After days of being deprived, they feasted on a delicious meal prepared by a professional chef who joined them at the end of their endurance trail. Tired, hungry, a bit bruised after their renewal experience, one asked the chef why he was always smiling and why each year he returned at his own expense to cook the traditional meal for Scouting’s leaders in that area. He placed aside the skillet, wiped his hands on the white apron which graced his rotund figure, and told the men this experience. Dimitrious began:
“I was born and grew to boyhood in a small village in Greece. My life was a happy one until World War II. Then came the invasion and occupation of my country by the Nazis. The freedom-loving men of the village resented the invaders and engaged in acts of sabotage to show their resentment.
“One night, after the men had destroyed a hydroelectric dam, the villagers celebrated the achievement and then retired to their homes.”
Dimitrious continued: “Very early in the morning, as I lay upon my bed, I was awakened by the noise of many trucks entering the village. I heard the sound of soldiers’ boots, the rap at the door, and the command for every boy and man to assemble at once on the village square. I had time only to slip into my trousers, buckle my belt, and join the others. There, under the glaring lights of a dozen trucks, and before the muzzles of a hundred guns, we stood. The Nazis vented their wrath, told of the destruction of the dam, and announced a drastic penalty: every fifth man or boy was to be summarily shot. A sergeant made the fateful count, and the first group was designated and executed.”
Dimitrious spoke more deliberately to the Scouters as he said: “Then came the row in which I was standing. To my horror, I could see that I would be the final person designated for execution. The soldier stood before me, the angry headlights dimming my vision. He gazed intently at the buckle of my belt. It carried on it the Scout insignia. I had earned the belt buckle as a Boy Scout for knowing the Oath and the Law of Scouting. The tall soldier pointed at the belt buckle, then raised his right hand in the Scout sign. I shall never forget the words he spoke to me: ‘Run, boy, run!’ I ran. I lived. Today I serve Scouting, that boys may still dream dreams and live to fulfill them.” (As told by Peter W. Hummel.)
Dimitrious reached into his pocket and produced that same belt buckle. The emblem of Scouting still shone brightly. Not a word was spoken. Every man wept. A commitment to Scouting was renewed.

You could have heard a pin drop in that crowded room where the Eagle Court of Honor had taken place.  It is truly an honor to be associated with such a fine program as scouting, to rub shoulders with some of the finest men and boys in the world, and to see my own son's enthusiasm for a program that has given me so much in my life.