I have several friends that I correspond with who are in the military...
One of them, Jack,* recently returned from a tour overseas and is now back in the states. He’s a career man and has been in the U.S. marines for twenty years.
Along with the Christmas card Jack sent me, he included a photo of him in full uniform laying a memorial wreath before the feet of a family who lost a loved one in Afghanistan. Jack was part of the honor guard, a contingent of fellow Marines who gathered around the coffin of the deceased Marine who was being laid to rest.
I thanked my friend for sending me the photo. It caused me to think, reflect and be thankful. Or troops, so often maligned and unappreciated, have done a great job protecting our nation.
Many of them, like the young man who was being buried, paid for our freedoms with their own lives. "Thanks, Jack. Job well done."
D.B.
*Jack is not his real name.
Along with the Christmas card Jack sent me, he included a photo of him in full uniform laying a memorial wreath before the feet of a family who lost a loved one in Afghanistan. Jack was part of the honor guard, a contingent of fellow Marines who gathered around the coffin of the deceased Marine who was being laid to rest.
I thanked my friend for sending me the photo. It caused me to think, reflect and be thankful. Or troops, so often maligned and unappreciated, have done a great job protecting our nation.
Many of them, like the young man who was being buried, paid for our freedoms with their own lives. "Thanks, Jack. Job well done."
D.B.
*Jack is not his real name.
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