My heart goes out to the family. No one has ever claimed war was either easy or pretty. Unfortunately the ugliness follows most home. Some more extremely than others. I know it is little consolation to the over 1,500 soldiers who have died, but they are the true martyrs.
This will be my first blog. I am copying the big brother. Seems like I did that a lot growing up. A little background first. I am the only girl in a family of three kids. We are all grown with our own children and still (even being almost 31) that weirds me out. When did we become adults and what exactly does that mean. We still tease,poke, and prod each other. The funny thing? Now it feels like there is so much love behind it. It seems like we all except each other for our similarities and our differences. Maybe that is what makes us adults. Who knows .
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