The Flags of Our Sons
Maybe it's just my recent lack of sleep, but this NYT story of a fallen marine brought tears to my eyes.
The disconnect between those who serve and those of us who are beneficiaries of their service has always felt great to me, but never greater than at that moment.Hat tip.
The mom and dad stepped away from the man in the T-shirt and to another window, still not touching, their movement synchronized by grief. They waited until the marine in charge came back up from the runway to escort them to a government vehicle. I went to my car and drove to work with no ambition for the day other than to be worthy.