Greetings
Dear Reader,
Even
yesterday I began to see the flags lining streets, driveways, and cemeteries. I feel the loss deeply. I hate war so much. I had a conversation earlier in the week with
a student who is a veteran. He did not
merely serve his time. He wants to continue in the military because he values
the job he does.
He spoke of
the friends he lost in the Middle East.
He spoke of the how hard it has been to readjust to “normal” life. I saw him push back tears so that he could
talk about his love for his country and the sense of belonging his military
career provided. He talked about how
much it would hurt him to see all that flags everywhere when most people only
valued cookouts and an extra day away from work.
I hate war
but it exists. I will, therefore,
remember to pay close attention to having gratitude for those who put on the
uniform of war so that I can live in peace.
I will see every flag for what it represents; those men and women who
have died so I can go to Bratfest, spend time with my children, and have an
extra day off work. I will remember and
hold each life dear in my heart.
I will pray
for those who return less than whole either physically, mentally, or both. I will thank service personnel when I see
them. I will continue to hate war and
beg God to bring the world to peace.
Until then I will not forget that there are too many flags along the road for me to take them for granted.
Wishing you
joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So
Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of
Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new
and old things from his great treasure store."
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