Article Image Alt TextArticle Image Alt TextArticle Image Alt TextArticle Image Alt Text

Confessions Of A Widow

Veteran's Day

 

I am no hero, but I have been in the company of a few heroes. And I know I am protected in my life by some amazing veterans.
I never went to war, but I too have been damaged by war.
I’ve loved someone broken but strong who served this nation, and it wasn’t always easy. That is the only world I’ve lived in as an adult.
 
War brings out the worst and the best in people. Wars do not make men great, but they do bring out the greatness in good men. War is romantic only to those who are far away from the sounds and turmoil of battle. The heroes I know learned from the experience it is that war is unreal, and they earnestly hoped that it would never happen again.
 
You may hate the war, but never hate the ones that fight. For they do not choose when or where to fight. All they chose was to protect who they love and even the people they don't know.
 
I’ve watched women receive their flags while I was lucky to not get mine. But my time came to accept my flag and the fate in this lifestyle. As sad as it is, it is an honor to know the respect that is given with this flag.
 
The saddest, most dark and emotional look I’ve ever seen is from the young man who handed me this flag while I sat in tears and he had to look me directly in my eyes and it was dark and painful. I knew he hurt for me.
So here I am, all I have left is memories, stories, and this flag. Service to one's country that ends so tragically is the highest form of patriotism.
 
Thank you for your service to this country if you’ve served. We as a nation will forever be grateful.
Include in Front Page Slideshow