August 16th…; AND/BUT

Yesterday was August 15. Today is August 16th (17th). Almost five years to the day since Afghanistan fell apart in front of me AND so many others who had poured pieces of ourselves into that place (legs, arms, hearts, minds and souls). I wrote yesterday about the moral injury, the sorrow, the people left behind, … Continue reading August 16th…; AND/BUT

Have You Ever Been Carried Away for Him?

She hath wrought a good work on Me - Mark 14:6 If human love does not carry a man beyond himself, it is not love. If love is always discreet, always wise, always sensible and calculating, never carried beyond itself, it is not love at all. It may be affection, it may be warmth of … Continue reading Have You Ever Been Carried Away for Him?

I Am My Brother’s Keeper

Veterans Day used to mean uniforms, medals, and memories. Names. Faces. Firefights. Moments burned into my soul. But I see it differently now. The real battle was never just out there. It’s in here - - - in my heart. I’ve lived among warriors. Men who would die so others might live. That’s not just … Continue reading I Am My Brother’s Keeper