I went to the memorial for those fallen in Patrick's battalion on Friday. Honestly, I had mixed feelings about going. On one hand, I wanted to go and pay my respects. On the other hand,I was not looking forward to the guaranteed sadness and heartbreak. In the past, I've had the opportunity to go to various battalion memorials, but I've never gone. I WON'T MISS ANOTHER ONE. It was truly a beautiful ceremony with a visual memorial to each of the 13 slain Marines. But, what really got to me and made me realize how important it was to attend these ceremonies, were the individual eulogies given by fellow Marines to each of the fallen Marines. It was so important to hear these stories; to hear about the men they were, not just the Marines they were.(I call them men but most of them were around 20 years old.) Most importantly, it made me extremely grateful. Not just for their sacrifice, but for the fact that my husband didn't have to make that same sacrifice. As I watched the family members of the Marines go up to the memorials and say their goodbyes; I couldn't help but think how easily that could have been me. How easily I could have been the one taking my children up to say goodbye to their Daddy. It's just a roll of the dice. Just like that. Everything gone but emptiness and sadness. So, as I do my daily worrying of bill paying, diaper changing, and toilet cleaning; I'm going to think about that now. That could have been us.
Photodump
12 years ago























