Today I was sitting at my table working, and looked over and saw the sunlight streaming through the sliding door. It alighed upon my combat boots (staged there for when it snows), and it brought back memories of my time in Afghanistan. I’m very thankful to God that I did not see any combat, nor have to fire my weapon in offence or self defence. Other than a few tense moments on convoy, the memories are generally good.
But seeing the glint of the sunlight off the dog tag laced onto my boots made me pause and think of all those that didn’t come home.
Regardless of your views of the war and of politics, I urge you to honor those that gave their all for this country, and in hopes of bringing peace and prosperity to the oppressed.