I've never been in the military, but know many who have and had a few family members serve. Those that I know who have served never cease to amaze me for what they willingly went through to serve. Some may have been drafted, others volunteered. And whatever your views on war and soldiering may be the one thing that brings it all home is to go to a place like the Golden Gate National Cemetery. I'd driven by it many times and a few things came to mind. Something that struck me right away was that unlike most cemeteries the vast lawns and memorial markers were plainly visible from all the surrounding streets. Many cemeteries are shielded by plants trees and fences. But at Golden Gate you can see it from all around. I believe this is intentional as a reminder of the ultimate sacrifice paid by each one there. The place is very impressive and vast. It is well worth the time to go there. Another thing is that the markers are all the same shape, size and color. When people die on the battlefield, or anywhere for that matter, all divisions are laid to rest. Now you are not black or white, male or female, you are just human. And in war, humans die in large numbers. No one asks who they are or where they came from, they all die when the heart stops beating. But that in no way diminishes the individual stories told by each marker. Look at the names and on the backs the names of family members. Each on is a son, daughter, father, mother sister, brother, cousin, uncle or whatever. Everybody came from somewhere. So, all that being said, this is my little tribute to those who put on a uniform and take up the often thankless job of representing this country in peacetime and conflict. In these highly political days, with all this talk of patriotism, I think the discussion stops right here. If you, like me, have never been a soldier, then maybe we just better shut up.
I have an enduring respect for those of you who have served. For whatever this is worth, thank you.
