Today I also think of my nephew, just shy of his 20th birthday, who was killed in a training exercise about 15 years ago. He was so proud and excited to be a Marine. Something went wrong during that training exercise. David died doing what he had worked so hard for and for something he felt so proud about. We miss him.
When I soon visit my parents, brothers, and neices, etc, in Texas, I will be looking for those young soldiers as I talked about below.
(ps -the image says “american” veterans, but since I have friends in many places, I extend that to others who’ve lost friends and loved ones – and those who have served – and . . .well, everything)