Well, Steve — we just walked with her across that bridge. We didn’t know her. It was very hot, sun blaring, and she was having to walk in the direction of Arlington, where her son was buried. I can’t imagine how much of a bummer that would have been to have to do alone. She was probably fine, though, as she is one strong lady. I’m glad we were there, at that moment, just to wave her over to the metro stop.
But we almost didn’t go. We almost just felt like staying home, not going down. Not taking the time. I’m glad we did — as we received a blessing back from attending Rolling Thunder and meeting her. My husband has 26 years in the military — and was deployed a couple of times, but made it home everytime. We are really, really lucky. She and her family were not so lucky.
But all of them GO. They all put on that uniform knowing full well luck may just not be with them one day. They ARE heroes, in EVERY sense of the word. “If not me, then Who,” is what they all say. We all need to “walk with” these families. Just by remembering, and honoring them, and for some, by just keeping their mouths shut at the appropriate times, if that’s all they can manage to do.
Sniff
Well said
VERY well said
Blessings