“I want to go home real bad, but not like this” he thought as he wiped his nose on the backside of his hand and then down his pant leg.
After he returned home, his grandfather noticed the change. His grandson was a lost and broken soul.
The old man reached out and put a Purple Heart medal in his grandson’s hand. “They call it the legacy of heroes.” he said “For the memory of my brother’s name...... I’d rather have you than one of these.”
His grandson cried.
I noticed the changes in my nephew when he came back from Iraq. Only God knows what torments his soul. He is distant and has all but shut down wrestling those demons. You don't always need to take a bullet or shrapnel to feel the pain of war.
I hate war.
Maybe if mothers were in charge of the world........
Please stop by Jenny's blog (off on my tangent) and read up on this powerful prompt in honor of Memorial Day. You can get there by clicking on this link:
God bless those who serve. Thank You and God bless America!