Attended a funeral today of a young Marine, 23 and an only child. A young man who I did not know. A family I do not know. He lost his life on the battlefield. Not a battle on the soil of another country but a battle of the mind. We send these young kids to war with all the military training we can give them. We teach them about duty, honor and strength. They proudly wear their uniforms as they serve and sacrifice for our country. But off the battle field, in the quiet of the night in the depth of their minds, the demons haunt them. How do you prepare a kid for that? Out of harms way, safe on the precious soil of the United States, no harm should come to them, but it does more often than we know. I went to his funeral today not only to pay respect to this young hero and his family, but to support my dear friend who is a marine mom with a son currently deployed. We see it in the news, the paper, the internet. Story after story of these fallen heroes. But today for me it was real. The Patriot Guard stood tall as we entered the church, Marines in uniform, a flag draped coffin. The tears. The muffled sobs of a mother burying her only son. The respect shown this young man and family. And only questions remain. Why?
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