Sadly, every day brings a story of more of our Troops in Iraq getting killed. While I support our over-all cause for being there, I wish so much we didn't have to be. Even as an old Vet of the Vietnam days, and an ex-Cop, my heart pains for the families of those killed in action.
Life goes on. For those families, and even for those men and women "in the field", it may seem oh so unfair. Unfair that "life", with our jobs, ball games, shopping malls, and cook-outs, should go without a hiccup. Unfair that for the vast majority of us, there's no price we're paying, no hardships of day and night "alert" for what may come. Unfair that we are home with OUR families, free of most worry. Unfair that we AREN'T paying a price in FREEDOM's name.
Yes, for me at least, I felt that way in 1969 and '70. When I got home, I felt almost offended that everyone was going about their lives with seemingly no regard for what price others were paying. Well, here I am today, sitting here at this computer, watching the morning news, drinking my flavored coffee with my wife, and doing so in an air conditioned house to north Texas.
THANK YOU. Thank you to the thousands out there, all over the world, for standing watch and doing the dirty work for all of us. That seems so little in return, I know, but it's all I have today. That, and this remembrance
of you and the price YOU pay every day for what my family has.
For you, my Soldiers and your families, as empty as these words might be to you compared to what you do each day, THIS family remembers you every day. Not a news clip about you, or your fallen brethren, goes by without our notice. You are in our thoughts and prayers everyday, as are your families.
I am humbled by your service and duty.
God Bless,
