By: Gabriela Yareliz
There are few things we understand in life. We can pretend to understand them or try to give them some kind of formula with what we do know; but the fact is there are things we can’t really define, but we can feel them, and they move us. I think love and sacrifice are among those things. We can’t exactly put these concepts into words that fully express the concept, and we can’t fathom them completely, either. They are simply things we do and feel. Things we never forget.
I remember when I was younger living on an air force base, watching soldiers being deployed to Afghanistan and Iraq. I remember how deserted the base was without most of the men and women in uniform. I remember seeing wives, mothers, and children alone; they were strong pillars. I remember in high school, when a friend of mine made her senior project a shoebox operation to send toiletries to the soldiers, her boyfriend among those men. I remember when he came back, and with injuries and all, a changed man, he stood in his uniform at the First Baptist Church of Ocala and married my friend, fulfilling his dream and making all of hers come true.
War. Love. Sacrifice. These are all things that make us afraid, fill us with courage, and make us feel. They are the things that remind us why life is worth every minute.
We should always keep our veterans, soldiers and their families present in minds and in our prayers. We thank the men and women who go to far places to show love and sacrifice, for us. We are their country.
Let us not only think of and thank those who served, but also those who are still serving–for every minute away from home, comfort and family; for every minute of anguish, pain and uncertainty.
One of the most moving renditions of our national anthem–the one and only Whitney Houston: