I have seen him on more than one occasion since the news of his loss. I have wanted to shake his hand or hug him or simply say "I'm sorry," and "I'm so thankful to your son." But I haven't. It's during those times that I loathe my awkwardness in approaching people. It's during those times I wish I could be less selfish about my own uncomfortableness and simply do what I know is right.
Today I watched a father speak about his son, and I quickly wiped the tears away. Today I listened to our National Anthem and felt it deep in my heart. Today I remembered why I believe in our military and I believe in what our country stands for. Today, I watched a small child not yet two run around and knew that he would never know his father because he willingly put himself in harms way to protect our lives and his blood was spilled in a far away land many of us couldn't even point to on a map.
Today I am humbled. And saddened. Today I reflect on so many that berate those of us brave enough to stand up in the face of opposition. Those of us brave enough to stand against a hatred so strong for our country and our citizens. I reflect upon the derogatory remarks or the unfair judgments the men and women of our military forces face daily. I reflect on the definition of "war crimes" and wonder how we can be so accusing from the comfort of our own homes. Our own sheltered lives. How can we be so accusing of men and women trained to kill in the name of our country? How can we so willingly chastise them for putting aside emotions in the face of such heartless conditions to ensure they keep us safe and....come home to their families living, breathing, talking.
I am not a religious person, so I don't have some great scripture to quote. Instead, I will merely put here what I put on my facebook page: