Fallen Soldier.
The flags in my little town were at half mast today. Beneath each of the town’s Christmas decorations on the poles lining the streets a flag had been placed to honor a soldier who lived in my county in a town 10 miles away who was killed in Afghanistan. He was flown home to his family, and the procession drove past my house.
I thought about how that could be any one our families. Thought about how that could be MY family, as my nephew prepares to graduate from the Army basic training next week. My worst fear is that he will soon go overseas also.
Watching those cars go by brought tears to my eyes. That soldier was a young man. I didn’t know him, but I am GRATEFUL to him and I am heartbroken for his family, for his wife, for his young children left at home without their daddy.
May he rest in peace.
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