Saipan? Guadalcanal? Kai Sahn? Those nameless hills in frozen Korea? Or the steaming jungles of Vietnam? The hedgerows of Normandy? The mountains of
Afghanistan? The deserts of Iraq?
Have you really left them behind you? Yes?
Those haunted eyes staring off into the distance today tell me otherwise...
Do you remember the sands of Iwo Jima? Betio/Tarawa? The Mekong Delta?
Are they really in the past? Those haunted eyes staring off into yesterday tell me otherwise...
The tears I see in your eyes when forever young faces flash through your memories tell me that all those yesterdays live on in your nightmares... As
Taps sound so hauntingly over the green, green grass of home, I see those memories flashing yet again.
I so want to gather you into my arms and tell you that everything will be ok, that no one else will ever have to do what you've done... I want to be
able to tell you I understand the pain that makes your heart ache so profoundly...
But I can't... Because even as I write this, someone's child is having to do things that will haunt their dreams for the rest of their lives.
But I can't... Because no one who has never been on a battlefield can ever understand that pain.
I can only be here to listen, to be a strong shoulder to lean on when the memories are too much. I can only say thank you for taking on the pain, so
that I don't have to. So that your children won't have to.
Do you remember...?
Watching helplessly from a troopship as innocents so terrified of you that they felt that jumping off a cliff onto surf covered rocks was
preferable...
No? Your shouts in the night say otherwise...I stood helplessly at your door listening as you relived that moment over and over again... Helpless each
time to stop it.
Innocents that you were helpless to save. Do you remember?
Soldiers aren't robots, or soulless... Though many of you who hate them seem to think that they are... When will you remember that they are our
children, our parents, our best friend from school...
Do you remember...? Your best friend Joe? Who joined to see the world? But instead was sent to a mortal version of Hell called War...
What is it good for...?
How about your brother? Remember how proud he looked in his dress blues? Remember how scared he looked as he left? Do you remember...?
Your father...? Your sons/daughters...?
Some day, when we grow up and decide to stop killing each other for meaningless, and ultimately futile, things there will be this...
Someday...
Someday... For the little Jimmy's, and shepherds everywhere.
In your hurry to cast blame towards these young men and women, children really... Save some of the blame casting for that person staring out at you
from the mirror... 'Cause you helped put him in that desert... You helped put her onboard that warplane over a mountain in Afghanistan...
You helped by putting our "leaders" in office. Oh, you didn't vote for them? Well then, you didn't work hard enough to get your guy/gal elected...
Congratulations... You're a warmonger, too. Savor the flavor.
I helped put them there... ...and I watched as a young man came home last summer from Afghanistan's mountains. He came home to a hero's welcome... Too
bad he had to die in order to get one. Does anyone remember that he was a father? A husband? A son? A friend?
I remember. ...and for what it's worth? I thank him, I thank my father, I thank all of you who have served, who will serve, and most especially, those
of you who are serving. ...and I pray, that someday that last bullet will fly.
Blowin' in the wind...
When will we, you and I, realize that we can stop these senseless wars?
When will we look back and remember that we stopped it? Or will we look back in horror, and remember that we lost a chance to end it.
Today, take a moment to remember the fallen. The wounded. The scarred.
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...and remember that we can, if we choose to do the work necessary, stop it. It's our's to do, and God willing, we'll remember that someday.
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