My Uncle was stationed in the Pacific when Pearl Harbor was attacked. He survived years in a Japanese prison camp. The post war years were a struggle and he died "too soon." As a child, he was my handsome soldier. As an adult, I continue to salute him.
My thoughts are also with my friend Julia's brother. The closest I ever came to him was seeing his name on the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington. He lived to 19.
Because there is no draft, the armed forces are like some exotic population. Interesting, but apart, We are happy to say, "Thank you for your service." and be on our way.
I will never accept why any of this has to be true.
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