
This whole" war thing" has been going on for a LONG time. Those of us without anyone close to us currently serving in the military don't give it much thought on a day to day basis. I know for me that I don't give much thought when I see or hear a story of another soldier that is killed...serving our country. I never think about the toll war takes on many of the men and women that survive. I think it's sad, but I've never shed a tear. I think it's unfair, but I know that someone has to do it. It's not that I don't care or think that it's okay. I think for me...I think of them as JUST soldiers...not as people...not as husbands or sons or brothers or friends. I see them all the same...it's almost like I see one of them as all of them...a group...not individuals. They are just a face without a name to me.
I've never really thought about this until yesterday. When we were finished with our workout, we were sitting...talking...recovering. At one point, I looked over at B...talking with excitement about leaving for Marine boot camp today...and for a moment...I was a little sad. I looked at those big blue eyes and that great big smile, and I thought about how much he will change...how hard the next 13 weeks will be for him...how dangerous the job he chose is. It's funny, because I don't even know him that well, but I can tell that he's a good kid and I really like him.
I think from now on...I will be more aware. I have always been grateful...but I will be a little more grateful for the sacrifice that soldiers make so that I can live my life without evening thinking about the war. From now on...I will pray for the soldiers fighting for my freedom...and I will think of B the next time I see a casualty of war on the news...and I will hope he's okay. There's finally a name for me to put on the face of a soldier.
SUNDAY = REST DAY
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