My heart has been heavy all day. The loss of my friends in Iraq has been ever present. Get over it, let it go. There is nothing you can do about it. True. However, remembering them and their sacrifice must mean something.
War, much like the Almighty, is no respecter of person. Skin tone does not mean anything when munitions fill the air. Oppression, depression or any other crap goes out the window when bullets are fired in your direction.
I have attended too many memorial services for friends who were removed from this life too soon. Those of us who made it home, fight a new war with anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and divorce. On top of PTSD, insomnia, and more. It’s a tough row to hoe but through God’s grace we persevere.
Today may have been bad. Tomorrow may be worse but it can’t rain every day.