Some things cannot be properly expressed in mere words. This is one of them... but I will try.
Nothing is more important to a combat soldier than the man next to him. And the USA has had the great fortune to have a surfeit of men and some very special women who have the ability and honor to give the very last measure in order to see their comrades survive to fight another day.
I have lost a few longtime friends in this fight against the Islamist factions. They make me small, for I am here, and they have joined the masses of Americans who populate Valhalla.
In their memory I dedicate myself to the concept that they fought and died to uphold. True freedom for all, and woe to those who would hold their countrymen in chains for their own power and satisfaction.
“They make me small ...”
And me as well.
My entire family served — parents, brother. My Dad lost his brother, a B-17 pilot. But not me.
I never had the honor to serve, which pains me — makes me feel small as well. I was “NPQ” because I had broken my back in high school. I do what I can to support and serve those who truly have. Certainly not enough (in my heart).
Greatest thanks to those to served and serve. May God have mercy on their souls and lighten the hearts of their loved ones.
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MEL’s -PASSION- sparked by -WE WERE SOLDIERS-
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