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For Memorial Day, I was going to rehash my annual appreciations and talk about my military family’s service in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam again, but our friend, Jonathan (Bryan’s blogging buddy over at Free Air and Water), has been posting a series of remembrances of his fallen friends from our most current war. It is extremely important to remember that people, real people die in service. And usually, very young people. The military isn’t much on us Olds–young people can march farther, see better, and run faster.
We call these people soldiers, but other people call them son, daughter, brother, sister, husband, wife, dad, mom, uncle, aunt, friend. It does not negate their bravery or their sacrifice to remember them as such. Soldier, Troop, Airman, Marine, Sailor–those are descriptive of the duty, not the human being. Mine are/were Dad, Uncle Junebug, Uncle Kenny, Boom-Pa, Grandaddy, Pop, Uncle Bob, Uncle Joe, and Barbara. I cannot imagine my life without any of these people, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude that I don’t have to.
I asked Jonathan if he would mind me sharing his thoughts with you. I hope you won’t mind me posting them either. My family is insanely fortunate that all of our soldiers have come home, and have come home with all their body parts. It is extremely important to remember, as Jonathan said, “that every time politicians start calling for a war, there is some kid out there like Nick Crombie, young and brave and innocent to the ways of the world, who will believe what he is told about duty and country and will die halfway around the world instead of living his life.”
I want to thank Jonathan for sharing. For every person who loses his or her life in a war, there is a person who lives with the memory–who saw it, who felt it, who tried to patch it up, and who tries to sleep every night after it has happened. The dead have died, and the living live with their deaths. It takes a strong person to live through a war, and keep living. We shouldn’t forget that either.
Men and Women of the military, thank you.
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