Monday, May 27, 2013
When I stopped for gas I overheard a woman complaining about how much it cost to fill up her car. She got to talking to a gentleman about the politicians and the war in Afghanistan and how it all really had to do with greed and oil and big businesses. They got into government and health care. We all agreed that since we'd exercised our right to vote, we should have a right to complain and even demand a recount. (I got the feeling we all had different ideas about who should go from the state and federal levels.)
We were supposed to grill at my brother's house, but since crime also doesn't take a holiday, he got called in to work. Grilling ended up at my house. He did get a chance to stop by and we'd saved him some food, but we were disappointed he couldn't hang out with us.
I'm glad it was for just one afternoon we missed him. He's a police officer now, but at one time he was in the U.S. Army. He's been to war and he's come home. So many soldiers didn't. So many families can only lay flowers on a grave.
At first I was ashamed that so many of us take for granted what our soldiers have sacrificed for us. But, then I was grateful.
I live in a country where we're so rich, even the poor have access to good food, health care, and nice housing. We have the freedom to complain openly and not worry we'll be arrested. We can naively believe war is unnecessary, that everyone will listen to reason and believe like us. We can't comprehend a land where it would be any different.
We have our soldiers to thank for this. Sure, civilians make rules. They run the day in day outs of life. But it's our military people who protect our way of life. We will never understand the sacrifices they make. We'll never see what they've seen or do what they've had to do. I'd stand up and fight with them any time, but I pray I'll never have to.
And as long as they're willing to pay the price, we never will. I pray I'll never stop being grateful for this.