A dear friend of mine recently loaned me a number of books. Among them is one I'm reading now, "Lone Survivor" by Marcus Luttrell. Mr. Luttrell was on a Navy SEAL team who were mostly killed in Afghanistan.
I wish everyone would read this book.
I'm only about 1/3 of the way through it and so far it's mostly been a reflection on his days through boot camp and the grueling training of becoming a SEAL, with bits here and there about his team mates and a few hints of what is to come in the book when they are all faced with such brutality in the Afghan mountains.
But woven throughout this reflection is something I have a deep appreciation for and admiration of: the heart, courage, and deep love of country that those rare individuals have who serve in our military.
It's such a bittersweet thing. My heart swells with pride at being an American, sharing the same country with such astounding people. At the same time, I realize these are young men and women who sign up for this, who have so little life experience already, but who are willing to sacrifice their lives and well-being to defend our freedom. I think of their parents and siblings and spouses who tearfully support them, probably praying every night for their safe return home. I wish all Americans would pray for them.
On this day we have set aside to honor those who have died in service of our country, I hope we also remember those who are still serving, think of their families and loved ones, and remind ourselves that we can have such peace of mind in going about our business, knowing that this immense sacrifice has been made for our sakes.
I'm proud of my husband who served in Desert Storm. And I'm proud of my dad who served during the Korean War. And I'm grateful that both returned to their families after these conflicts. I know not everyone is as fortunate.
God bless America. God especially bless and hold all who have served, are serving, and will be serving to protect us. And thank God for those who have a true Patriot's heart.
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