I married into a family of all boys. One of these boys grew up and felt called to be a marine. My grandfather had been in the service, as had a cousin, but this was the first time I had someone close to me commit some of their life to defending the country I called home.
It wasn't long before my little brother was deployed. Oh how we prayed. We talked a few times while he was serving over seas, each time my heart worried I may not get to talk to him again. And I was just a sister, one who married into the family at that, I know his mothers heart was far more troubled. But God saw it fit to bring him home.
This Marine fell in love, married and gave me a sister who I adore. But now I had two people making a sacrifice, because the wives of those in our service are fighting their own battles. There little family remained brave through out another deployment over seas.
Never have I been so struck by the cost of what we have as when those I love were paying the price for what I take for granted. My children can safely play, be schooled, walk down the street because of the time spent by a few serving the many. I can write freely without fear of anything but sticking my foot in my mouth because they said they would keep us safe.
So, on this 4th of July, thank a soldier. Or a husband or wife of one for choosing to put their life at risk so that you can enjoy the freedom that was earned so many years ago on this day. I am not always proud of the behavior of Americans, the choices we as a country make, but I will always be proud of my little brother, because I know the heart of every solider dies a little in war and he chose to do it so our country could remain free.
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