Because honor is not something that you can define it is something that you have because you choose to have it. You made a decision and each time something comes up that might question that decision you just have to remember that you’ve already made it and carry on keeping with that decision.
It sounds hard.
It sounds easy.
It sounds like life.
(Image courtesy of the Jawa Report.)
And the soldier marched.
Twenty one steps. Always. At the end of the mat, he turns toward the tomb and counts: One, two, three…
After 21 seconds, he turns and walks the mat again. Twenty one more steps. Always 21.
He neither smiles nor frowns. He marches with purpose.
He’s the Sentinel.
It is his solemn duty to guard the tomb. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Tombs that contain remains of unidentified U.S. soldiers from World Wars I and II, and the Korean War. The Arlington, Va.-based monument is intended to honor all unidentified men and women who died serving their country.
Had they met in life, the soldiers guarding this tomb may have not even like the men they now honor with such reverence.
Doesn’t matter. There are no judgments. No questions like, “why are we doing this?” or “why do these…
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