So yesterday afternoon, Brent got home and I was catching up on some FB messages and emails. These two videos popped into my feed and of course I watched.
I can’t get them off my mind. The second I opened my computer today, I thought about watching them again.
I cannot fathom having had my dad in the military and gone when I was younger (though he did work for the military), much less my husband now. I don’t know how these people do it. I can’t wrap my mind around it, but thank God for them all, the soldiers and their families.
I kind of sobbed watching the videos.
These people leave their loved ones to fight for our freedom; to fight for my freedom.
I hate war. I really hate war.
Why can’t we all just get along.
Will that ever happen.
My dad was in Vietnam and though it’s not still going on, it’s always apart of him. He deals with it every day, mostly physically, but mentally, too.
Soldiers are affected my war. They miss their families while they are gone and they do and see things we couldn’t even imagine. Then, hopefully are able to come home at some point, but are never the same as they were before being in combat.
I’m truly not big into politics at all. I’m pretty knowledgeable on some things, but not on others. I’m thankful to live in a country where I have freedom, but it really does make me so sad to think of the soldiers and their families. I think we need to think of them more, acknowledge them more and do more for them. I take for granted that Brent is going to walk through the door every afternoon, but there are wives and husbands out there praying every second of every day that they will get a phone call because their spouse survived the day. They are fighting for you and I.
I’m praying they make it home to their loved ones and overcome any physical and/or mental ailments.