He was very proud of his service, but I could also feel the pain in his voice as he spoke about the buddies he left behind. He occasionally broke down in tears between moments of lucidity. He was cycling through his emotions in a way that made me really feel for him.
That war did a number on him. All I could do was listen as he spoke. I'm breaking down as I write this. Tears were forming in my eyes as my heart went out to this man.
I can't possibly understand what he went through, he saw so much shit. And all I could do was listen. I felt helpless. I wanted to take his pain away. I hope and pray that he can find the peace he deserves.
Much respect to all those who saw combat and ended up leaving a little of themselves on those battlefields. Much respect to those who paid that ultimate sacrifice.
I'm not some flower sniffing leftover hippie that has fond memories of the sixties. I'm not a pacifist. But may we one day learn the futility of war and lay down our swords and shields down by the riverside and study war no more.
God, grant eternal peace to the souls of all those who died in the line of duty, and also to the families they left behind. Amen.
A solemn Memorial Day to you all.