Heroes...

There's only two people whose ever died for me 

Laid down their lives just so I could be free 

They both went through hell bared crosses and shells 

And both got back up again after they fell 

They never pick a fight but they're there to pick up the pieces 

God only knows where we'd be without soldiers and Jesus 

To me they're both heroes for the path that they chose 

One fights for my life one fights for my soul.

- James Otto

Today is Veteran's Day. 

Now, I suppose that it's technically meant to honor the soldiers that have fought in the past, but I think it's really a day to celebrate everyone who has been and is currently fighting for my freedom. For your freedom. 

Two of my great friends are overseas at this moment and another is leaving soon, so I guess this time around, it hits a little closer to home. They are brave. Much braver than I could ever be, or would want anyone that I love to ever be for me. Having been close to a few in the armed forces, I know from experience that it's a terrifying experience to even consider the fact of that person leaving to fly halfway across the world. And it's even more horrific to think that they might not come back. 

Admittedly, I've never wanted it to be the people that I care about to have to go. Let it be someone else. It's selfish, I know, but I guess it's human nature to want to protect the ones that you love. The ironic thing is that they volunteer to do it. I'm not nearly the person they are for that. 

So, in short, I want to say thank you. To my grandfather for sailing on a ship through Europe during World War II, to all the boys men I know for going to Afghanistan in 2005-2006, to the ones there now, to the ones leaving soon and to the ones who will be fighting for my children and grandchildren. Words will never do my gratitude justice.