A Call to Action ⇒
I am one of the few. The byproduct of war. And I came home whole, only with a few nicks and bruises and scars not easily seen. Losing too many of those I loved. Staining my skin in memoriam. But I have refused to complain. To come against and use this forum, or any other, as a soap box against our society. Instead turning memory into fiction, playing my role as a writer. Because I joined of my own volition like many of my generation. I chose this. No draft or twisted arm. No patriotic need. But there is a pull on my heart when I see cities falter. When resources are misplaced and squandered. When our veterans come home to unemployment and a failing medical system. Unsupported and lost and I have dwindling hope. When we celebrate the wins of our sports teams. Or the breaking of an outdated home run record. Or the President of Indonesia. So on and so on and so on. I am asking. For us, as a whole, to celebrate those who fought. Not the actions or politics you may or may not agree with. Just the men and women returning. The ones that have fallen. Those in pine boxes. The struggle. To give them something other than the fallout of conflict to hold close. To have a country celebrate lives. Take this as a call to action.
