This morning I attended the first funeral for an Iraq war veteran. I hope it will be the last.
I was struck by the power of the marines, keeping vigil over the body from the moment he left Iraq throughout the long days and nights of travel, and until burial. I was struck by the minister reading the verses from Psalm 139, of God following us throughout our journeys, not unlike that Marine, keeping watch.
And even for this bleeding-heart liberal, left-leaning pacifist, the beauty of that faithfulness was striking.
I ache for the family of this young veteran. I simply ache. I ache for the wife of almost 11-months that he left behind, and the parents who will never hear their child's voice again.
War is hell.
I wonder what would happen in our culture if more high-ranking government officials were required to attend these funerals and listen to these stories.
War is simply hell.
I believe this very young man, the one with the dazzling smile, and contagious spirit must rest in the very lap of God now.