LadyHawk
05-28-2007, 12:06 AM
Last week in the Army Times, they featured a peice about Spc. Justin Rollins. He was part of the 82nd Airborne Division when his group found a litter of motherless puppies. They rescued those puppies and brought them back to their camp. Justin had his picture taken kissing one of the pups. You could see the affection in his face, the tenderness in his hands, and it was beautiful.
The following day, Justin was killed by a roadside bomb. Even writing this post I am starting to cry again. Sometimes I simply cannot cope with this kind of loss. I can't wrap my mind around the loss of potential, of goodness, of hope.
In the past 12 months, more than one thousand soldiers died in Iraq and Afghanistan. The Times had TWELVE pages containing rows upon rows of photos of the men and women we lost. The vast majority were under the age of 25. And somewhere on those pages were men like Justin.
I cut out the clip with the story about Justin and his photo with the puppy. I have it on my regrigerator. I look at it even though it makes me cry b/c I want to remember Justin. I want to be reminded of people who, under the ugliest conditions, maintain their humanity. I want to know about the soldiers who refuse to let go of the person they were before being sent to fight a war they don't understand and Americans do not support. I want to be reminded that in a place that is saturated with death, danger, and despair, some of our troops continue to manifest kindness, compassion, and love; they do not become the monster that some believe they have to be to do what they have to do in places like Iraq. THESE MEN are, in my mind, the real heroes of this war. His story reminds me that the sacrifice our soldiers make is sometimes not one of life and limb, but of spirit and soul. And some soldiers, like Justin, try to hold on to all of those: life, limb, spirit, and soul.
So much loss. I really cannot wrap my mind around it.
(Sorry, I had this in another forum but I didn't know how to move it!)
The following day, Justin was killed by a roadside bomb. Even writing this post I am starting to cry again. Sometimes I simply cannot cope with this kind of loss. I can't wrap my mind around the loss of potential, of goodness, of hope.
In the past 12 months, more than one thousand soldiers died in Iraq and Afghanistan. The Times had TWELVE pages containing rows upon rows of photos of the men and women we lost. The vast majority were under the age of 25. And somewhere on those pages were men like Justin.
I cut out the clip with the story about Justin and his photo with the puppy. I have it on my regrigerator. I look at it even though it makes me cry b/c I want to remember Justin. I want to be reminded of people who, under the ugliest conditions, maintain their humanity. I want to know about the soldiers who refuse to let go of the person they were before being sent to fight a war they don't understand and Americans do not support. I want to be reminded that in a place that is saturated with death, danger, and despair, some of our troops continue to manifest kindness, compassion, and love; they do not become the monster that some believe they have to be to do what they have to do in places like Iraq. THESE MEN are, in my mind, the real heroes of this war. His story reminds me that the sacrifice our soldiers make is sometimes not one of life and limb, but of spirit and soul. And some soldiers, like Justin, try to hold on to all of those: life, limb, spirit, and soul.
So much loss. I really cannot wrap my mind around it.
(Sorry, I had this in another forum but I didn't know how to move it!)