God Bless Our Troops In Kabul
The United States of America was born out of the moldering ruins of the practice of colonization. It was a strange beginning, yet a powerful one; defeating such terrible odds as 
the early Americans faced instilled in our citizens a fire – the unflinching loyal spirit of Americans. We are a beacon of hope, a lamp raised high, a model of constitutional democracy. “We hold these truths to be self-evident,” our founders wrote, “that [all people] are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights – that among these are Life, Liberty, and pursuit of Happiness.”
These freedoms are bought and preserved by our troops. It was so in the Revolutionary War, almost 250 years ago, and it is so now. It takes a great deal of courage to serve in the military and it takes a great deal of national pride. It takes nothing less than the mind and heart of a patriot. War is unpardonable. The carnage and loss of life in combat is very difficult even to comprehend. It is a testament to their courage and fealty that our troops line up to serve. We are free to pursue our hopes and dreams, to sleep and feel safe at night, to live and be happy with our families because our troops are on the front lines. Our security exists because our troops offer theirs. Flags flew half-mast on August 26th to honor the American service members killed in the Kabul bombing. I recalled the words of President Abraham Lincoln, who wrote a letter once to a Massachusetts mother who had lost five sons in the Civil War – “I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.” My undying gratitude goes to our troops and veterans now and always – God bless.
“May we never forget the price we pay for peace.”
