Those who serve…
A few years ago, at a dinner party, a kid was there – a kid to me – who was getting ready to leave for his first military tour in Afghanistan. He was ecstatic. Giddy. He was a Marine, I think, and his job was to hover in a helicopter above the fray and radio to the Marines below about where the bad guys are.
I could have cried listening to him. He was sitting with me, excited, his hands dancing as he told the story with the All-American Seattle Mariners baseball team on TV in the background, and I’m thinking to myself that this is the first guy who goes down. Shoot him and his helicopter down, and you remove any concerted effort against you. Then it’s just a shoot-em-up and whoever has more guns wins. Or whoever is more ready to die.
I don’t often think about it, but will this weekend. However much you hate war and violence and death, remember that people have done just those things to afford us the liberty to rarely have to think about them.