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Thankful For the Warriors Who Do


November 25, 2013

I’ve never been the target of enemies, hiding in the underbrush, tracking me, watching me at night, just waiting to kill me if I for one moment stopped to rest or wipe the grime from my eyes. I’m thankful for the warriors who did. I’m thankful for the warriors who do.

I’ve never been wounded in a firefight or a bombing. My body is whole. Not one part of me has been taken by a blast or a bullet. I’m thankful for the warriors who put their bodies between freedom and bondage.

 

 

Thanksgiving and Christmas, are times for family. I need only call my children out of their beds and into the kitchen to sit with me so I may enjoy their warmth and love. Family is precious, and love is the only thing of lasting worth. I’m thankful for those who leave their families, and whose hearts ache with the love they cannot express because a simple hug or kiss cannot span the oceans of sea and land between them and their dear ones. “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Where I live, food is abundant and fresh. I eat what I want. Hunger is the exception, not the rule in my home. I live in the land of milk and honey, the Promised Land. It is so because uncounted men have died to preserve a place of bounty where free people may dwell and prosper.

 

My home is warm in the Winter, cool in the Summer, dry and clean. I live with the comforts known to a privileged few in the developed, Free World. I’m thankful for the warriors who have given up all those comforts to keep freedom alive in the world.

I pray in the morning, kneeling by my bed which is still warm from my body, and thank Heavenly Father for my life, the light streaming through the trees, the blue sky, with the understanding that all these things can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I thank Heavenly Father for the warriors who have preserved my country, a sweet land of liberty, of virtue, of love, of worship.

When I was a young woman I lived the life of an artist, so carefree, without want or worry. When I was raising my babies, I was with them everyday. I would sit with a child nestled in my lap, a book in my hands, and the feeling that Heaven was near. I’ve never had to leave my children to fight in another land. I’ve never had to step into Hell. I’m thankful for the young parents who will do what I never had to.

I’ve never been a prisoner to need or to dictators. But “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.” This year I bow my head in prayer that I might have the strength and wisdom to fight the hard battles here at home that Americans may still have a Republic worth fighting for on the field of combat.

 

Thank you, warriors and patriots all. May God  pour out a blessing on our precious and fragile republic; a blessing to preserve and save it forever.
Happy Thanksgiving 2012

by Marjorie Haun  11/25/13

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