Three years later, a prayer for those still there…….
Three years ago today a young boy, my friend, lost his life in the skies above Afghanistan, fighting for our freedom.
Three years tick-tock tick-tock. Time marches on and surprises us only with its lack of care for those who want to hang on a minute, wait a sec. Can it really be three long years since that bright, fresh-faced, joyful young man, being the best that he could be, sacrificed his life in freedom’s name?
Three years since that funereal day, noble childish faces bearing the boy to his final rest. Strength, pride, resilience, writ large as they laid their friend down, some on their way back to the battle at first light. Flashes of pink below tear-wretched faces, tokens of remembrance from those who knew his joie de vivre and his big pink heart.
And those boys left behind, men now I suppose, still battling the elements, the enemy, an enigma, in that wild and barren land. Long years away from love and tenderness scratching lines of hardness on their youthful skin. I hope they can find a way to heal, to love, to experience life again, despite what they have seen, and to live joyfully in their friend’s name.
And with time’s relentless marching, three years more, and three times three will pass for sure. More lives come to pass, and pass on by the minute, and war torn lands take their greedy share indeed.
But some things stand for time eternal. Love. Pride. Remembrance of you.
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Touching post but you got one thing wrong. To fly the sky for the benefit of a better world makes that boy one hell of a man.
3 years has gone so quickly but Joe will never be far from our thoughts. A true hero x x
sorry for your loss the war over there as claimed the lives and broke the hearts of many family's
Very touching and moving .
Very touching and deeply moving.
Thanks everyone for your comments. And you're absolutely right as usual, he was one hell of a man.
Prayers and blessings to all those, and the familes of those, who are still fighting.
Very sad, deeply moving and expressively
written, Jungle Girl. Great blog!