It’s sad to think we are, even as this is being written, sending our young men into battle in foreign lands, not unlike those battles fought in World War II. And still with a single shot one can be forever lost, or critically injured. I know when our oldest son went over to Iraq some years ago, I was terrified. I was the proud momma of a Marine who was properly trained to battle, but knew his life could be taken in an instant.
Still there are those who walk the streets of big cities (and some not so big) and live in a “war zone” every day right here in America. Is that much different? In some ways it’s worse. When we are fighting an organized military battle, at least there seems to be some amount of validation for the behavior. Our young soldiers are fighting for the freedoms we’ve come to consider “owed” as allowed by our Constitution. Sadly our “rights” as guaranteed in the Constitution sometimes must be defended, but we shouldn’t feel like the rights are “owed.” Our rights are a privilege and soldiers have given their lives to protect it.
How does this compare to the upheaval in Baltimore as people riot, burn buildings and cars, causing serious injury to others, including policemen? It is my opinion when a person dies from a drug related battle, a drive by shooting, anger of any kind in the streets, desperation, plain meanness, power, terror attacks or anything like that, it is worse, much worse. We are supposed to be living in “the land of the free.” When I see horror stories like this on the news, it doesn't feel much like freedom. It feels more like a nightmare!
Our lives are filled everyday with “what ifs?” We can get killed in an auto accident, die from a heart attack, even lose our life because a tree fell on us, as bizarre as that sounds. We can’t know when our life will be over. We’re not promised another breath. It is up to us to make the most of our lives, in the most productive and encouraging way possible. It’s important to love purely, and to let those we care about know how we feel, because we may not have another day to tell them.
Every time another soldier dies, is another time to be reminded our sons and daughters are a gift and each moment is precious. Every morning the sun rises is another day to tell your loved ones you love them. Cherish each second, because you aren’t promised another single breath.
(The picture is Ground Zero in 2007, NYC after the terror attacks which killed thousands.)