For other Americans it’s still far but not forgotten. Never for an instant can they forget the people they love, separated by continents and conflicts far from home….held close to their hearts.
Today I said goodbye to our soldier. After a short visit home he’s begun his long trip back to a place I will never see, on the other side of the world in the middle of a desert.
Right now he’s on a plane or walking through an airport. If you’re traveling someplace, you might see him, my son-in-law. He’s any soldier. He’s every soldier— somebody’s son or daughter, brother or sister, father or mother. He’s somebody’s friend.
How easy it is for most of us at home to forget. Sometimes I forget. That all of us can only be safe if some of us are willing to sacrifice.
They consider that a duty and an honor. Our duty is to honor that….and not to forget them.
They never forget us.