Hello My Friends,
Have you ever looked, really looked, at a soldier's face? Sometimes it's young, barely an adult the hopes of youth still painted in its features. Sometimes it's old, older than faith, older than wisdom, older than time. And sometimes...sometimes it's a bit of both all at once.
Sometimes it's gritty and pained, remembering the face of another, a Brother, who has fallen. Sometimes it's laughing, pleased to have a moment of peace. Most of the time it's proud, because it knows, oh yes it knows, the world is a different place a better place because of it.
Next time you look at a soldier's face, see if you can find that glint of pride. Sometimes it’s hidden, and you have to search it out. You'll find it in the eyes always in the eyes. For the eyes are indeed the windows to the soul, even a soldier's soul.
And when you've carefully examined every feature of that soldier's face, stand upstraight and tall and smile your best smile. Thank that soldier, because it does what some cannot, or will not, do. It defends what it believes to be right withit's very life.
But more important, it defends a perfect stranger, you.
And finally, next time, when you see a flag covered casket, stand in memorium of all the soldier's faces you've examined. For when one of them falls, they all fall. And when one of them stands, they all stand.
Shouldn't we stand with them?
God Bless These Brave Soldiers One And All
God Bless You My Friends & God Bless America,
Phil