As I checked out from buying groceries this morning, the cashier asked if I had big plans for Memorial Day.....that question struck a deep chord in me. My first thought was, although I am mindful of those who died in combat, I am ever more mindful of those who lived. This is not about Memorial Day, but about the "combat vets" who live. It brought my mind back to when D and I were writings letters to one another while he was at war. My baby was way away from here, and somebody had all intentions of trying to kill him....that is from the eyes of a "combat veteran daddy". I was greatly comforted by God as D and I came to the conclusion that if he were to die at war, we knew where he would spend eternity. It would be the second time God made me release D to Him. But God had a different plan in... mind, He brought D home to me, Holy, but without holes. P T L.....Nevertheless, D came home with something you can't hold with your hands or stare at with your eyes. He came home a "combat veteran". He came home with a mind full of things most people can't imagine. As I prepared for D's return stateside, I asked my father-in-law (Viet Nam vet) for any words of wisdom. He slowly looked at me and said only three words, "war is hell". Little did I know how powerful those few words were, and how profound. Those words made me look into a box that I had never seen before. It is a deep and dark box with endless crevices and multiple places to hide. It was a tiny glimpse of the mind of a combat vet, from a "combat vets daddy" point of view. My son left a boy, and was now coming back as a warrior, with combat memories. My knees buckled and my soul screamed to God, he's my son! But as usual, God comforted me with, "I am always with him"! God made sure I knew that I would be learning more about unconditional love, patience, and empathy. No one can see clearly into a combat vets mind, it is as personal as his DNA. But where there is darkness, the light of Love is always there to dispell it. This began to teach me a different level of God's Love for us. No matter what darkness we may have travelled through, God was always there. His Love for us has no bounds, it is patient, and it looks over our most vile conditions. So today, I look yet through another set of eyes. The eyes of love without record. The eyes that can't see another persons "hell mind", but can still show empathy. I thank God that D is in the land of the living but I thank Him even more that my children and my children's children will see God! If you run across a combat vet, pray for him, love him, and if they'll let you, hug em. They all left to war trained to do a job....but they came back with something few can ever understand....only love can heal their wounds....from a combat vets dad
However, I feel as though I must respectfully disagree with something in what you posted. It was stated: This is not about Memorial Day, this is about the "combat vets" that live. Again, with all due respect and gratitude, that is simply not correct. Memorial Day is specifically for those that paid the ultimate sacrifice for our country. The Combat Vets that live also have their day, it's Veterans Day. While we could never pay you the debt we owe you for serving us and our country, but lets give those that never came home to their families their own day.