Thank you, Joe, my old, dear friend, for those mostly undeserved kind words.
Vice-President Biden and I have known each other for a lot of years now, more than 40, if you’re counting.
We knew each other back when we were young and handsome and smarter than everyone else but were too modest to say so.
Joe was already a senator, and I was the navy’s liaison officer to the Senate.
My duties included, as he mentioned earlier, escorting Senate delegations on overseas trips, and in that capacity, I supervised the delegation’s luggage, which could require, now and again, when no one of lower rank was available for the job, that I carry someone else’s bag.
Once or twice that turned out to be the young senator from Delaware.
I’ve resented it ever since.
Joe has heard me joke about that before.
I hope he has heard, too, my profession of gratitude for his friendship and love these many years.
It’s meant a lot to me.
We– (clears throat)
We served in the Senate together for over 20 years, during some eventful times, as we passed from young men to the fossils who appear before you this evening.
We didn’t always agree on the issues.
We often argued, sometimes passionately.
But we believed in each other’s patriotism and the sincerity of each other’s convictions.
We believed in the institution we were privileged to serve in.
We believed in our mutual responsibility to help make the place work and to cooperate in finding solutions to our country’s problems.
We believed in our country and in our country’s indispensability to international peace and stability and to the progress of humanity.
And through it all, whether we argued or agreed, Joe was good company.
You all know, he is good company.
(Audience laughter, some applause)
So thank you, old friend, for your company and your service to America.
Thank you, too, to the National Constitution Center, and everyone associated with it for this award.
Thank you for that video, and for all the too generous compliments paid to me this evening.
I’m aware of the prestigious company the Liberty Medal places me in.
I’m humbled by it, and I’ll try my best not to prove too unworthy of it.
Some years ago, I was present at an event where an earlier Liberty Medal recipient spoke about America’s values and the sacrifices made for them.
It was 1991, and I was attending the ceremony commemorating the 50th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor.
The World War II veteran, estimable patriot and good man, President George Herbert Walker Bush, gave a moving speech at the USS Arizona memorial.
I remember it very well.
His voice was thick with emotion as he neared the end of his address.
I imagine he was thinking not only of the brave Americans who lost their lives on December 7, 1941, but of the friends he had served with and lost in the Pacific where he– where he had been the navy’s youngest aviator.
“Look at the water here, clear and quiet,” he directed, “one day, what now seems another lifetime, it wrapped– it wrapped its arms around the finest sons any nation could ever have, and it– (clears throat) and it carried them to a better world.”
He could barely get out the last line, “may God bless them, and may God bless America, the most wondrous nation on Earth.” The most– (applause) the most wondrous land on Earth, indeed.
I’ve had the good fortune to spend 60 years in service to this wondrous land.
It’s not been perfect service, to be sure, and there were probably times when the country might have benefited a little less of my help.
But I’ve tried to deserve the privilege as best I can, and I’ve been repaid a thousand times over with adventures, with good company, with the satisfaction of serving something more important than myself, of being a bit player in the extraordinary story of America.
And I am so grateful.
What a privilege it is to serve this big, boisterous, brawling, intemperate, striving, daring, beautiful, bountiful, brave, magnificent country.
With all our flaws, all our mistakes, with all the frailties of human nature as much on display as our virtues, with all the rancor and anger of our politics, we are blessed.
We are living in the land of the free, the land where anything is possible, the land of the immigrant’s dream, the land with the storied past forgotten in the rush to the imagined future, the land that repairs and reinvents itself, the land where a person can escape the consequences of a self-centered youth and know the satisfaction of sacrificing for an ideal, the land where you can go from aimless rebellion to a noble cause, and from the bottom of your class to your party’s nomination for president.
We are blessed, and we’ve been a blessing to humanity in turn.
The international order we helped build from the ashes of world war, and that we defend to this day, has liberated more people from tyranny and poverty than ever before in history.
This wondrous land—
This wondrous land has shared its treasures and ideals and shed the blood of its finest patriots to help another– to help make another, better world.
And as we did so, we made our own civilization more just, freer, more accomplished and prosperous than the America that existed when I watched my father go off to war on December 7, 1941.
To fear the world we have organized and led for three-quarters of a century, to abandon the ideals we have advanced around the globe, to refuse the obligations of international leadership and our duty to remain the last best hope of Earth for the sake of some half-baked, spurious nationalism cooked up by people who would rather find scapegoats than solve problems– (applause) is as un– is as unpatriotic as an attachment to any other tired dogma of the past that Americans consigned to the ash heap of history.
We live in a land made of ideals, not blood and soil.
We are the custodians of those ideals at home, and their champion abroad.
We’ve done great good in the world.
That leadership has had its costs, but we have become incomparably powerful and wealthy as we did.
We have a moral obligation to continue in our just cause, and we would bring more than shame on ourselves if we don’t.
(Applause) We will not thrive in a world where our leadership and ideals are absent. We wouldn’t deserve to. I’m the luckiest guy on Earth. I have served America’s cause, the cause of our security and the security of our friends, the cause of freedom and equal justice, all my adult life. I haven’t always served it well. I haven’t even always appreciated what I was serving. But among the few compensations of old age is the acuity of hindsight. I see now that I was part of something important that drew me along in its wake even when I was diverted by other interests. I was, knowingly or not, along for the ride as America made the future better than the past. And I have enjoyed it, every single day of it, the good ones and the not so good ones. I’ve been inspired by the service of better patriots than me. I’ve seen Americans make sacrifices for our country and her causes and for people who were strangers to them but for our common humanity, sacrifices that were much harder than the service ever asked of me. And I’ve seen the good they’ve done, the lives they freed from tyranny and injustice, the hope they encouraged, the dreams they’ve made achievable. May God bless them. May God bless America, and give us the strength and wisdom, the generosity and compassion, to do our duty for this wondrous land, and for the world that counts on us. With all its suffering and dangers, the world still looks to the example and leadership of America to become, another, better place. What greater cause could anyone ever serve. Thank you again for this honor. I’ll treasure it.
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