KiSA texted me from work yesterday morning to let me know that a Chinook went down in Iraq. We were mostly sure that his brother was not on it, but that little nagging unknown just about drove us crazy. Finally, we got the email that my brother-in-law was safe. Tragically, the seven in that crash, were not.
I was immensely relieved, but felt a little guilty in that relief. We didn't lose someone in our biological family. And yet, aren't all these soldiers our family? Do they not show us all, every day, the kind of love that cannot be surpassed, the laying down of their lives?
For my brother- and sister-in-law, these people really were like their family. They worked with them, advocated for them, and are now going to be involved in helped their familes cope with this loss.
My prayers are with them. That's all I can say. God be with them.
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