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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

"To Provide For the Common Defense"

Dear Readers,

I find my mind dwelling a lot on the military, lately.... Perhaps, because as a homeschooler I have friends who are older and younger than me, and many of the young men I know are leaving or have already left to serve their country.

I find myself using military lingo now. :P I am now caught in the midst of branch rivalry. What is the best branch? Which is more honorable? Which is tougher? Who will prepare you better for special ops? ;) (Yes, that was just for you AP.) Considering that, at the moment, I know young men in/going into the Marines, Navy, and Air Force there is a lot of rivalry with these guys trying to get me to admit that their branch is better. ;) (Although, I have to say, I've always stood by Marines...that's not gonna change, sorry guys...)

To think I should live to see the day when I am wishing some of my closest friends good-bye, and as they walk away wondering: "Will I ever see them again?".

I am so very proud to know so many wonderful, strong young men willing to stand up and fight for Liberty, to fight for the Honor of their country. My heart swells with pride when I see someone in uniform. My heart soars to know that these young men are willing to put their life on the line to insure that me and my children's Rights remain unhindered by outside invasion.

And yet...I am forced to live with the fact that though I am proud of them there is also the sadness of being a young woman left behind to wonder if they will return home. The sadness of knowing that their childhood is over; that my childhood is over. That we have now grown so much that we are old enough to tell each other good-bye and go our separate ways in life. That now I'm no  longer at the age where I attend a funeral of a young soldier who's life was cut short and ask a young woman sitting on the pew what he was like. But am now at the age where everyday I pray to God that that's not me sitting on the pew telling the child what he was like when we were growing up. 

I know that this is a melancholy post but its something that has been on my mind for about a year now, and I had to get it out.

So, tonight, please say a special prayer for all of our service men and women; and that God would bring them safely back to their families' and friends' loving arms...

May God bless our country! And may we never take for granted what those before us have fought and died to protect!

Always In His Arms,



  1. Amen. Beautifully written, Cayla. As the years have gone by, the incredible meaning behind the uniform has certainly risen in my mind (higher than it was before), as our family gradually learns the cost that that uniform represents. Yes, it is hard to be separated. Yes, it is hard to continue running the household without Daddy by our side. Yes, it is hard to wonder what life will be like if Daddy doesn't come home. But whenever I see him in uniform, I am so proud that we have the privilege of sacrificing for such a great country. Not just for the country's sake, but for the principles our country represents. May God bless the United States of America!

    1. Thank you, dear! :) Amen! (to all of the above) ;)

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