Despite politicians’ bleating about the War on Terror and
withdrawal timelines, the truth remains that we are still at war. Well into its second decade, it still rages,
and like so many other wars it rages in a foreign land far from our eyes and
ears and even the western world we know. So, we civilians see the casualty lists
but they are just names and faces to many of us. We love to share patriotic articles on Veteran’s
Day and the Fourth of July and Memorial Day, post our flag gifs and decals and
rage a moment or two about who loves our soldiers more; the pacifist who doesn’t
want to see soldiers die in an unjust war, or the pro-war patriot who wants to
see our boys honored with respect to a war they are fighting. My own opinion has shifted over the years,
but this isn’t about the justness of this war, it is about Decoration Day and
the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice for a country that you and I
profess our allegiance to. Memorial Day
isn't Veteran's Day, it is to honor the fallen, our casualties of war, those who gave
all. The problem is that our war dead
aren’t just coming home in coffins, they are coming home by all appearances
among the living. They are men and women
who have experienced something haunting and carry demons they just can’t
shake. So many of us have become numb to
the headlines of our war fatalities, they have lost their luster and we turn to
the next headline. How many have shared
and read article after article about a Kardashian, a football game, a Duggar, or
a new princess in a country responsible for our first fallen soldiers, or
insert some other polarizing and trivial matter. We can turn the page, click a link, or cut
the coverage of war dead off, but there are men and women who can’t because
even when they go to sleep at night the war is still there and they can’t unsee
the things they saw, the brothers they lost, or maybe even the people they
killed, all so we can lose ourselves in some other ridiculousness. So, where does relief come for them, for far
too many; pills, alcohol, fleeting relationships and then what? When that ether
wears off, where then? Too many are
joining the ranks of the memorialized, a search for relief leads 22 veterans a
day to take their own lives. I have no
idea what it must be like for any veteran returning from war, especially those
veterans with wounds and scars we can’t see, but that run so deep they feel
them in their dreams, but I know what it feels like to lose one to those
wounds. I know what it is to know one of
the 22 and it is haunting and painful. I
know that the guilt is crushing for those left behind, and the statistics make
the contagiousness undeniable. I find my
comfort and strength in all things in Christ and would hope to point those I
love to the truth of his unflinching love and place for his people. But, I also want to say to any of those who
came home but haven’t really come back…come back. Let us celebrate you in November, not
May. Turn to us and know you are loved
and help show us the best way to honor the fallen on Monday. If you are a
civilian like I am, revere Monday with a solemnity it deserves and honor our
war dead, take a day off of the trivial pop-culture war you are engaged in and
just spread a little love.