It’s a terrible misfortune anyone need ever die in military service. Military conflict is a last resort which should only be exercised when all other options have been tried and failed, or when a delay in action will exact a terrible cost of other life. But reality is it’s often the first resort.
Some may believe the military is pro-war but my 11 years of service found that to be anything but true. Wars are easily started but terribly difficult to end, proven by our (the U.S.) involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan this last decade. Those who are the first to die in war are usually strongly opposed to beginning one.
No matter the feelings about the evils of war, those who served and were lost are honorable in their highest fulfillment of a solemn pledge and duty. A duty they knew might call upon them to make that ultimate sacrifice while protecting our freedom. Most couldn’t weight each decision or action for justness beforehand and simply followed orders, often unaware of the larger picture. They are husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and friends. Many are unknown yet they all had dreams and ambitions. Each deserves our humble thanks and to be remembered with honor.
And I do so here.
Photo: One of the many U.S. Flags you’ll find hanging on porches today.
Very well said, Earl. I deliberately did not post today because I lack the eloquence you have shown here. I think people need to be reminded of the true meaning of this day.
Thanks, Ken. I truly appreciate that.
Thank you, Earl, for such a beautiful statement. Memorial Day is always a solemn occasion for me and your post is an eloquent reminder of what we are asked to remember.
Thanks, Anita.
Totally agree!