It isn’t a stretch to imagine this little boy growing up to be a superhero in his chosen field. I think they are made inside the womb. Born of a different mold.
Of course, every child is born different, and special. No two are even remotely alike, even though they grow up in the same family. But those that choose a warrior’s path, in the traditional sense of the word, are indeed, well, special.
That’s why they call it Special Forces.
There’s been a lot of talk recently in the media about the role of the SEALs and their job: doing things we sometimes don’t want to talk about. Doing things no one else can or would want to do.
I’m a little uncomfortable about all the publicity, and know SEAL families feel the same. They quietly do, are completely dependable, don’t boast and don’t need the limelight. It isn’t their way. Not what they are taught. Not what keeps them out of harm’s way. Most of them won’t tell you anything, even if you ask. Even if there are things worthy of praise. They don’t need it.
We’ve seen some pretty incredible pictures recently. And we’re going to see a lot more. Let’s remember that some of these fine military men and women, don’t come back. Not every mission is successful. It’s easy to have a ticker tape parade when everything turns out great. Harder to be a fan when the mission isn’t successful.
Jimmy’s grill on Coronado has a wall for the fallen. I hope we never forget to say thank you. Even when things don’t turn out so well.
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Well said, Sharon.