January 15, 2010

Jan 15, 2010

I wake to a beautiful sunrise over the ocean. I always take the time to smell the salt air and whisper small prayers of thanks to my God. Coffee is on and so is my computer.

The last thing I did before bed was to view Trace Akins performance on the CMA show “Til The Last Shots Fired”. He was accompanied by the West Point Glee Club. Tyler was in the Glee Club while at West Point. The performance tore my heart out!

This morning I tried to view it again without tears. I CAN”T! The words in the song cut me like a knife. I think of the men and women who lie dying on our behalf. I think of Tyler running under fire to help his men. I think of Tyler’s men having to carry his body off the mountain. I think of those cadets standing singing with Trace and their soon to be sacrifice. I think of Daniel and Tara. I am having trouble breathing as I type.

It’s true! They can’t come home till the last shots fired. We are so comfortable while our soldiers are fighting, running, afraid, exhausted, bleeding, and dying. We should be ashamed if we have taken our liberties for granted. We chase the dollar while they take bullets to their bodies. We complain about our meals while they come home, if they are lucky to come home, with no legs.

Tyler, I pray you didn’t die in vain! Your spirit was set free but just the thought of your last moments bring me to my knees.

Peace is the answer. Our soldiers don’t want war. It was brought to us.

Lona