Yesterday we went to an Air Show in Burlington, VT celebrating the 60th year of the Vermont Air National Guard. During the day of spectacular air events there was a swearing-in ceremony for several young Americans joining the military service. Naturally as a mother of 41 years these soon-to-be soldiers looked like children to me. After their swearing-in they walked toward their vehicle to the sound of solemn heartfelt applause and music from the sound system. People clapped as they walked well out of range and boarded their vehicle. Thats when I got it.
I wondered how many of these man-child soldiers would be returning from their service unhurt. For the first time I understood the real price Americans pays for our freedoms. It made my freedoms so much more dear and precious to me. It made me question ever resting on the work already done or feeling complacent when people are out there in the world every day, even at this very moment, defending American rights and putting themselves in harm's way, in every line of duty, whether actually engaged in battle or not. It made me more resolute to never lay lax or take for granted any of our freedom.
My freedoms are paid for with lives. Let me never give up praying and being vigilant in honor of those lives.
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Aug. 20, 2006 - Untitled Comment