I read a news article today about the announced ending of the Iraq war... we've heard this before. But, instead of trying to understand the timing of such things I chose to think about the 3.
I refer to them as the 3 because to me they represent all of the fallen. The 3 are 3 Marines that rarely get talked about in my home. However, their memory walks the halls, joins us for holidays, lives on my husband's shoulders, and will be in his breath every single day of our lives. They represent every Marine that has been lost in the history of the Corps and to my husband they represent every Marine that was lost with 1/6 in 2006- 2007 when he fought in the sandbox. The 3 were his close friends... the 3 never came home... the 3 were heroes... 3
We all have people in our lives that we believe would die for us. My husband knows of 3 that did... Im sure he knows of more but he does not tell me the stories that would keep me up at night because I am certain that he fears one day it will all be too much for me to handle. My burden is far less than his, than the 3.
At the Christmas time, and many times throughout the year, I often think of the 3 and the ones they left behind. I know my husband thinks of them far more than he cares to talk about.
Thank you to all of you. To those that came home, to those that didnt and to the 3.
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