Well today is Memorial Day, and first I'd like to pay homage to those who have sacrificed so much to protect our nation, I'm simply one of those men who was fortunate enough to come home from War.
Its been almost 4 years now since I signed up for the Marine Corps and since that time I've experienced a lot. I've been to boot camp, where I wash pushed to my ultimate limits both physically and mentally, I had sand kicked in my face, another human yelling at me constantly 24/7, and punishment for not paying attention to details. I've been in the back yard of a man who speaks Arabic, who's family is poor, who's son thirst for water and freedom, yet the only thing he's had to drink for the 50 years he's been on this earth is war and the tyranny of one history's most infamous leaders, Saddam H. I've been shot at, I've seen bombs go off, I've heard the sound of thunder whistling out of the barrel's of tanks and howitzers, I've endured the loss of loved one's at home and abroad. I've come home from war to hear the stories of friends being spat on or being called baby killers, I've sat in classrooms were the men who have fought against me were called freedom fighters, I've seen protest signs and patriotic flags, I've been there done that not because I had to but because I wanted to.
Yet, even with the bombs going off or the hecklers heckling, the insults flying none of it can compare to what Jesus must have gone through when he decided to lay down his life, not because he had to but because he wanted to. I would like to say that those experiences could relate a little bit to what Jesus went through those hours before he endure the cross, but to even think it would be a gross miscalculation. Yet, those experience help me realize just how much our savior gave so that the lost could be saved, so those in the dark could see the light, and that those who are dead can have everlasting life.
"And I thank you, thank you, Lord"
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