Please pause to thank the multitude of men and women who have served our country together with those who do so today….willingly. They protect us on our own soil in addition to all around the world. Soldiers who risk their lives for our freedom. Many travel to far off places, other cities and countries, vine-covered jungles or wind whipped deserts to fight wars in the name of, FREEDOM.
Our country’s Armed Forces fight enemies we never thought of before. Sometimes, the ‘enemy’ wears a mask making him look much like our neighbor next door. We ask, why? Why is there hate? Why do we fight? Can’t we get along? Let’s live in peace, be happy, respect each other and love one another while remembering God’s word…please?
Young soldiers, men and woman, sons and daughters or brothers and sisters protecting us day and night…summer or winter, spring and fall. They cry tears of loneliness with worry behind closed doors. A cement sidewalk long ago poured in front. Across the dewy ground lies an unridden bicycle. Toys scattered and tossed atop an overgrown lawn. There is a piece of puzzle missing…yes, it’s Mom or Dad. If not, it may be a prized son, precious daughter or much-loved brother or sister. Love is missing.
Dusk settles. Lullabies in rocking chairs soothe crying babies to sleep. Toddlers toss in cribs clutching flopping bunnies while ‘olders’ retreat in solitude to rooms where emotions can be stuffed waaay down deep. They’re too B.I.G. to cry. No matter the age, children wonder the same… “When is Mommy or Daddy coming home?”
Far too often, the unspeakable happens during war. There is a knock on the front door. Neighbors in the distance hear the agony of wailing. I’ve heard it before. Like an animal cry. Low, deep down and guttural at first, then louder to a crescendo like no other. To the top……as if in slow motion. W..H..Y? Life is not fair.
I ask all of you to pray for our soldiers today. Those who have fallen before together with each of them who protect us during all of our tomorrows. No matter your belief, ‘right or wrong,’ our soldiers are here for you. Yes, you. Doing what they believe is right. Remember them, please and thank them with the whole of your heart.
If you know any soldiers, call one today. Say, “Thank you for your service.” A few minutes on the phone will mean the world to any of them on this day.