no greater sacrifice has been given, than that of a woman,
who chooses the right to bear arms in order to defend her country’s freedom.
If it were anyone else,
I would simply say, “thank you for your service”,
but because she served, there aren’t enough words to express my gratitude,
for her decision to serve in a military where women are often neglected, rejected, disrespected, harassed and sexually assaulted,
all because of her external beauty and her ability to create life,
when men can only destroy it.
You see, this started in the very beginning,
in the garden, when that good ol’ serpent decided to turn to Eve to taste of the forbidden fruit, for he knew that her power was far greater than that of any man's and if he could deceive her, this would be the fall of man, because man wouldn’t protect her, defend her honor, for he was too weak and too afraid to lead her. So he allowed her to do as she pleased, flash forward 2016, and while men are fleeing from their military obligations, because “it is too much pressure”, her boots weren’t made just for walking, in combat, it would be she who answers “Yes”.
It would be she who would come running, despite leaving her children and husband.
Yes, she would come running, risking her life, and her familial bonds with her kids, her greatest creation…all in the name of freedom.
You think it is easy? You try being separated from your family, 6-12 months at a time, and then expected to be reintegrated with 100% success, as if you never left, because ones family would never expect, that those months away left you feeling even more alone and with deeper regret…
and that you are...more afraid than you would ever admit, because time isn’t something you can get back.
And what about she who returns with deeper wounds and scars? Or perhaps a medical discharge documenting her as someone with PTSD, as a result of her commitment to a military who will soon forget her name, a name that may have never been written as a part of history,
but her story can never be forgotten,
I cannot forget her story, for she is me. She is your Sister, Your Mom, Your Cousin, Your Friend, Your Foe...She cannot be forgotten...