Strange memories about a war I was nowhere near 

It’s overwhelming to read so many stories concerning Memorial Day. It brings a feeling of sadness, and that of being grateful. 

This thought began appearing to me years ago.       “A young man in a foxhole. He is the only one alive. He shares the space with 2 fallen friends. He is crunched up, trying not to be shot. He pulls out a picture of his wife and child and stares. He gasps with his realization. He wishes he could touch them one more time and tell them he loves them and to keep going.”  Back home, his friends were watching television, his wife was feeding their baby. A wife and baby he would not see again. 

I have thought many times of the lonely feelings and inevitably a situation like this would bring. We deal with so much pain. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s