I found out on Wednesday that my husband is leaving much sooner than anticipated. I can't say exactly what day he is leaving without risking his safety, but it is sooner than we thought. I'm dealing with it, trying to focus on spending the time we have left together in the best possible way.
I hate that my dear hubby is leaving, but how can I not look at him with pride when I think about *why* he is leaving. When he and I talk about his mission I see the pride in his eyes and I feel it welling up in myself. He and thousands of other men and women in the armed forces have left their homes and families in an effort to ensure the future of our country. My husband is going to protect our son's future. To make sure that he has a solid future in a solid country that I love with all of my heart. It hurts my heart to see all of the criticism of the soldiers fighting. If all of the energy that was put into hating our troops was directed at the REAL enemy, this whole thing could be over in a heartbeat. People are entitled to their own opinions about the war, but why direct it at the soldiers who are risking their necks to keep THEIR homes safe. If I can borrow an idea I read elsewhere; those soldiers are there to protect the RIGHT to complain about your government and how it's run. They are there to ensure that American people have the RIGHT to protest and raise hell. They aren't there merely to "interfere" in the middle east. They are there to protect every man, woman, and child in the United States and they do so without grudge. Even as the public spits in their faces, they stand tall and do what they are honor bound to do.
What could be more honorable and heroic than that? Hate terror, hate war, but don't hate the soldiers... Just know that every last one of them swore an oath when they joined the military that they would do what was necessary to serve and protect. No man or woman in the armed forces goes in to the military without understanding that they may be called to war and most do so with pride in their steps and shoulders held high.
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