“Wars begin where you will but they do not end where you please.” A quote by Machiavelli–it’s at the end of the movie “Home of the Brave” about Iraq veterans who try to cope with life after a tour of duty.

The war our country has found itself embroiled in a world away has had devastating effects—not only felt on the far confines of that world far away. The ripples of war have also hit home here, in the hearts, minds and souls of our soldiers that come home and try to make sense of a “normal” and “routine” life.

Things like getting up to go to work, getting dressed, talking about your family, friends, work experiences…going to the grocery store, watching a movie, taking a nap—all of these things tie to a semblance of routine, everyday life. This is the life that most of us civilians know.

One can only imagine what a soldier who has grown up in our society sees once they set foot on that dusty desert floor in Iraq. One can only imagine what a soldier sees when their convoy gets hit by a roadside bomb that’s set off by a kid they just saw passing by. One can only imagine the feeling of seeing a lifelong friend lose a life, from bullets fired by insurgents, hell-bent on their individual maxim of freedom. There are so many more scenarios that a civilian mind could not even begin to fathom—and our soldiers have to live through the brutal reality of these unfathomable experiences.

It becomes harder to understand why we send these soldiers to a faraway world, especially when our leaders appear to be the ones nestled safely in their offices, behind bunkers and a plethora of security. They espouse “accurate” reports on intelligence, on strategy, on an end goal. Our politicians speak of missions, a plan, a vision for the betterment of the world we live in. How, then, is it feasible for a reasonable person to submit another individual to such experiences, such horrors in the name of ideals?

These soldiers, more often than not, come back changed people. The upstanding young man next door, the kid that wants to get away from a life of crime enlists, the daughter of a hard-working family feels it is her patriotic duty to serve her country…they come back to their families with a sense of wanting to belong. Does war better prepare them for life outsize the hot zone?

Or, does war unleash the primal animal that nestles deep within our psyches? Does war bring out the real souls within our bodies?

It is a sad day when a civilian tries to make sense of a war that, with an increasing amount of daily news shows that our country was misguided and led into a war that it had no place joining to begin with.

Who takes care of the soldiers, then? Who truly recognizes what they have gone through to protect our daily way of life? Who stops and says “thank you” not to act as if they understand what the soldier went through, but to simply appreciate their monumental sacrifice?

The soldiers of our armed forces volunteered. They enlisted—they left the safe confines of the world they knew, to go to another world and try to pass on ideals of a free country.

Who thanks them? A government that seems to uncover more errors as it tries to make sense of itself? It hardly seems the right way to thank our soldiers.

Take a moment—forget about politics, forget about our government…to think of those soldiers who are fighting to preserve the ideals that this country was founded upon.

They’re paying the ultimate price.


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