I haven’t written anything in for a while, and recently I spied a Facebook post made in support of the United States Armed-Forces. It occurred to me that this is among those things which I feel strongly about.
When most people think of a soldier, they quickly surmise that the war-fighting warrior fights solely so their administrative superiors succeed in any imagined endeavor. They are the sword-wielders. In modern warfare, and many times in fantasy warfare, armies are only the brethren of the blades they’re burdened with. Soldiers are the sword; which can do nothing but cut what it is swung into. Leadership is always the true wielder.
There is a group working to protest at soldiers’ funerals, saying such sickening nonsense as “thank god for dead soldiers.” This disgusts me.
When I look at a soldier, of any military and any nationality, I see such with respect. Their cause may not be so laudable, and sometimes they themselves are less so; though I will still salute them. Why? It is very simple.
In signing with the military and deploying, every soldier sacrifices the comfort of family. Even if they don’t get along with many of their family members, they’re leaving their flesh-and-blood behind and taking the chance that they may never be seen again. This is always the case, no matter what country’s army they serve. It’s like driving through an ever-changing minefield each and every time you leave to go work. There’s even a probability of that family being denied closure, if anything should happen to the respective warrior. Hearing the word that your family member has gone MIA is probably one of the worst things you can be told — your sibling, your parent, or your child; whichever, has disappeared. You must wake up every morning and go to sleep every night without knowing if they’re dead, alive, or injured.
Likewise, the soldier may miss out on extremely important events taking place at home. Children’s first words, relatives dying. . . the list could go on endlessly. In giving themselves to the cause of an old man or woman they may never meet face-to-face or even be acknowledged by, they’ve pawned their family. We who have not joined the military, haven’t. I salute the soldiers for the pain of separation they carry on their soldiers every waking moment.
A soldier signs up and goes to war, so you don’t have to; neither do you ever have to think about the possibility of your child’s only family consisting of the AK-47 on her back nor bequeath the harrowing hell that is modern warfare onto your family members. No, it wouldn’t be cool; and no, video games can’t even begin to give you an idea.
I salute the soldiers for the burden they carry in my stead.
Now, granted, there are many more reasons than merely these — I’m merely stating those two which are the most resounding to me. Feel fully free to give me your own reasons in the comments below, and god bless our soldiers.
P.S.: Sympathony is a fictitious portmanteau of “Sympathy” and “Symphony.” I’m going to do lots of that in the future. 😀