…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.”