I'LL NEVER MARCH A MILE IN YOUR BOOTS...

I'm an American, a proud, humbled and blessed citizen...but I'll never march a mile in your boots.

Thanks to you, each and every single one of you...I will never look directly into the face of my enemy. You all do/have done that for each and every one of us.

I won't ever suffer the blisters those boots bring, but can be here to dress and address some of the wounds.

I blessedly will never hear "live fire" or know the deep sweats of "us or them"...but I can use the cool cloth of the written word and exercise my vote to help nourish your tried soul.

I'm not going to be sitting in a tent in the sandblasted desert in 130 degree temps, with some reporter telling the rest of the US, how great I have it here at Camp Doha. Had any of that filet mignon and crab legs they were talking about, in the mess recently?

I'm going to think twice and remember you in my Grace when eating my pbj or whatever my choice of the day is, because you all are "allowing and insuring" that I have a choice.

I'm going to crawl between my clean sheets tonight and thank Our Father that we have you -- willing to forego the sheets for some gritty Hades for a bit, for my privilege and comfort.

Tomorrow, when you're in your tank, jet, makeshift hangar, office, on a ship, transport, etc...

I'm going to be sitting where I am right now, at my computer...trying to make a slight shift in attitude and affect a big difference.

No, because of all the men/women like you, I will never march a mile in your boots...but I can walk beside you and call you blessed friend while you're in them.

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