I haven’t forgotten you. We grew up on the same street. You and your family moved in just after my family. We all played war, tag, hide-and-go-seek and we played video games at your house until your father got upset.
We all grew up and went separate ways. When 9-11 happened, you, like many young men, enlisted. You hardly finished boot camp and they sent you off to do your patriotic duty.
I remember admiring your patriotism and courage.
You were a young man of principle and duty, and a lover of your country.
You died within a couple weeks of arriving to the war zone.
I remember hearing the news in disbelief; how could you have died, it seems you had just enlisted?
I remember you on these patriotic holidays and the other young men like you. I believe you wanted to stand up for your country, your family and our way of life. I believe you wanted to be honorable, patriotic and courageous. I remember and pray for your family and for the families of all those who’ve lost loved ones to these wars in foreign lands.
Rest In Peace