Sunday, May 27, 2012

Memorial Day

photo: Inara Studios

I had a dream last night that one of my friends who has served overseas with the military died in combat. Thankfully, he's back home and not eligible for deployment again, so it was just a dream.

Nevertheless, it struck me that I have many military friends, and I am grateful that I have never lost one. It is easy to let that lure me into a false sense of security for me friends.

Movies make it seem our friends our invincible but nameless "extras" are expendable. Tell that to the guys who come home and hate fireworks, almost wreck the family car to avoid a shopping bag in the street, or wake up screaming with night terrors.

In my dream, the smallest things brought tears. Handwritten reminders or old voicemails. A life cut short doesn't depart with tearful goodbyes, it leaves behind scraps of paper and unfinished plans.

Regardless of the geopolitical mess we find ourselves in during any given year, there is great honor in choosing to serve, protect, and defend. Selflessness is never wrong, and devotion and discipline are praiseworthy.

I am so thankful for my friends who are safe back home, that their families are still whole and their sacrifice is done. I pray for my friends who have not yet completed their tours. May God ever be your rear guard.

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