I was an adult before I realized that the only reason Desmond Doss survived long enough to save all those men was because of his brothers-at-arms who used their guns in his defense.
I still believe in peace and I hate war, but I have a deep appreciation for the men and women who serve in the armed forces and defend the liberties we so often take for granted. Peace comes with a price.
Our society is even a little bored! We obsess over silly things because we can. And I’m grateful for that. Every time I see some ridiculous outrage on Twitter, I think, “We’re lucky enough that we don’t have bigger worries than these.”
So thank you to those of you who served, to those of you who supported family members who served, and to the armed forces who protect us.
I mean, maybe fewer Twitter fiascos would be a good thing, but, you know what? We are fortunate and blessed. And I’m thankful.
My Dad and my husband fought in WWII. Close friends died in Vietnam. My former brother-in-law still has to have shrapnel dug out of his body from being shot in 'Nam. And his son has spina bifida caused by being sprayed with Agent Orange in Vietnam.
To those who gave their lives so that we might have freedom, thank you seems so little to say. May we always remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.