There are no words to describe the heartbreak…

PJs from the 129th Rescue Wing, Moffett Field.

…a parent must feel when their child dies in a war. Any war.

It started last night when I happened upon a blog called PJCountry. I was searching for Air Force gear for Monkey and found this place instead. Curious, I started clicking through their various posts laughing at some of their pics. What caught my eye, however, was the “Lost Brothers” section (lower right hand column). It starts with one of their comrades, SSGT Juan Ridout, and continues on to several more. Reading their bios made me gasp.

Their faces reminded me of Monkey and how, one day, he too could become one of “those boys.” Young, smart, strong, and willing. Orwell said it best, “People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”

This morning, I opened up The NY Times and came across an article about another fallen soldier, Petty Officer Second Class Michael A. Monsoor. He was only 25 and from California. The photo in The Times showed President Bush presenting the Medal of Honor to Monsoor’s parents. It was the look on his mother’s face that got me. There are no words to describe the pain of losing a child. At the same time, I could see in her expression the unmistakable look of pride. I could feel that pressure on my heart and the closing in of my throat as I thought about what it must be like to be told your child threw themselves on a grenade to save others.

My thoughts and heart are with each and every one of you out there who has had to endure this for us, so “that others may live.”

Thank you.

Packing it up and in. PJs from the 129th.

8 thoughts on “There are no words to describe the heartbreak…

  1. Too painful for me to even dwell on…I just can’t do it. I know it’s there, and the risk is real…the only way I can make it through is to try NOT to think about it.


  2. My Son,will be going to Iraq soon,and I too am likeArmywife,it is to painful to even think about!!


  3. My dad served two tours of Viet nam.My mom wrote him a letter once because she was outraged because there was a “violent peace demonstration” going on while he was over there. She was beside herself — here she was, alone with 2 small children while her husband was serving in a war that was so hated.My dad wrote back and said, “We are here fighting so those demonstrators have that right — to protest and the freedom of speech. We are here, protecting them and their rights. Not everyone has that right. That is why we do it.”He also says no one joins the Army to fight in a War, you join so you don’t have to fight, but sometimes it’s part of your job.Beautiful post!


  4. We should all stop and spare a thought for those that live, fight and die for our countries. Great post


  5. I’m a bit late in commenting, but that was really sweet. I especially liked the Orwell quote. I can only hope they can all come home soon.


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