It isn’t getting any easier.
I have friends that came home in flag-draped honor.
My sons and daughters have never known a life without war.
When I wake, and when I sleep,
I pray for a man, a mama, and four sweet girls.
I pray he comes home alive.
I pray for his strength.
I pray for her.
I pray for the men who walk with him.
I pray for the men who won’t ever walk again.
I pray for the men who have stood their last watch.
For the men that never came back.
I pray for peace.
I pray for our fallen.
I pray for our living.
It’s not about barbecues.
It’s not about swimming pools.
It’s not about corn on the cob.
It’s about the greatest sacrifice a man can make,
the echo of another Man who gave His life that I might live free.
“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” (John 15:23)
Rest in peace.
We will never forget.
This is powerful. Thank you.