I've always had a soft spot in my heart for veterans. And homeless veterans? That kills me. It seems like the thanks they receive (random national holidays and meager government assistance) just doesn't do them justice.
And now, here we are. In the middle of another war. Sure we could go on about how it's meaningless. How men and women (like those on 60 Minutes last night) are losing limbs, even lives, for something I'm not even sure is worthwhile. How these soldiers are away from their families for way longer than should be allowed. And how George Bush didn't find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq and should have just taken everyone out of there and gone home.
But saying there is no purpose to the military presence in Iraq does not honor those soldiers that died yesterday, today, and probably tomorrow. It does not pay homage to the ones who suffered brain damage, year long comas, and a prognoses of "permanent vegetative state." And it does not acknowledge the countless number of humans in our history that suffered immense mental and physical anguish in all the wars that, by many, are seen as unnecessary.
So, however you feel about the war, take a moment today to remember that there are dads that haven't seen their kids in a year. There are moms that won't be home for Christmas. And there are folks that have lost a piece of their body, mind, and/or spirit just so we can enjoy our days as they always have been. Free and comfortable.