Remembering...

In honor of Memorial Day, I thought I would remember.  I am very thankful for those who fought for our freedom, and those who gave their lives so I can live mine.  My dad fought alongside many men who didn't make it home in Vietnam, my gpa (grandpa for those not in my family) fought in WWII... both luckily made it home alive.  I consider myself very lucky to not have to have felt the loss of someone close to me in war... and I hope I can live my entire life without ever having to experience that loss...

Tonight I was watching "Band of Brothers" and one episode hit me particularly hard... the soldiers came across a concentration camp which brought back memories of my visit to Dachau, a concentration camp in Germany.  I visited the camp while on a trip with the Girl Scouts... and those few hours changed my life.  I still to this day find it amazing just how much hate had to have been in those running the camps, and how horrible it must have been to be in the camp... not knowing day to day if you are going to live... I'm sure many days those imprisoned wondered whether it would be better to be alive or dead.  I can even begin to comprehend the strength it took to wait until a rescue. 

It is times like this when I feel selfish for feeling sorry for myself, feeling annoyed that my life isn't going as planned, and angry that I feel helpless.  Because of the brave men and women in uniform I'm afforded the luxury to feel this way, with a roof over my head, food in my fridge, and the bliss of being able to leave my home and not fear being killed just for being me.... for that I am thankful.... and hope all my readers can take time and remember those who believed our freedom was worth putting their life on the line for... how amazing is that?