My family has a long history of people in the armed forces. My sister, my uncles, my cousins, my father, my grandfathers, my great-grandfathers.
My paternal grandfather once crossed a river twice in one night into and out of enemy territory by himself in order to rescue his unit. He was the youngest officer and one of the younger soldiers in that unit. They got everyone out.
My father flew in Vietnam and provided air support. He still doesn’t like to talk about it.
My mother’s brother is a former marine and at least two of my father’s brothers have served tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.
My sister was stationed in Germany with her husband and two children. After she left the army and had her third child, she was in the National Guard and went to drill every first weekend of the month. Her children were still learning how to walk unaided.
I read the news as often as I can and I know that many have suffered greatly not only in recent wars and attacks and bombings, but in natural disasters as well. Armed forces are sent to aid people caught up in this as well. They don’t just fight for us to be free, they rescue those that are in need of help against the forces of our very planet.
These people are not faceless and they continue to change our lives with everything they have.
Written a little over a week late for FreeWriteFriday.