This Memorial Day began as most do with a reflection of those Soldiers that I have known that lost their lives serving our country. Some were lost in combat, others at home, they are all heroes to me. Each life is precious to me. I’ve done too many funerals and memorial ceremonies but will continue to conduct them as long as I am able until the Lord returns and there is peace on earth.
On days like this, I reflect on the needless and meaningless roadside bombs that took our young Soldiers. I reflect on the mental anguish that drove Soldiers young and old to take their life. I think of the accidents that came without warning.
I think of the families that are left behind. The children who grow up without a parent. The spouse left without a partner. The unit without a team member. The friends who live with guilt and grief.
I also think of the graveside ceremonies, in cemeteries across the county, honoring the service of retirees with one last salute.
As I consider these things, I get out of bed. I renew my commitment to serve. I am grateful for their service, but not their death.
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