Thursday, November 17, 2005

On Love and War

I've started to wonder about the rules that people use to govern their lives. I have become increasingly convinced that true Christian young ladies are a near-extinct breed.

I remember when the man in uniform was considered one of the most noble professions and girls would be raised to believe that if they had a soldier, to never let go. Maybe that was a misconception on my part. Maybe things are indeed different today. I'm not talking about the sluts that you see hanging all over anything with a name tag and a pulse. As a soldier who deals with impending danger, how important do you think it is that we have someone back home who isn't afraid to get down on her knees and pray for our safety at any hour of the day or night? It is easy to find a girl that longs for a soldier to hold her. It isn't as easy to find a true Christian girl. It is dang near impossible to find a true Christian young lady that understands the heart of a warrior. When I look around, I see women pursuing (which is the first part that is backwards) "hippified" frat boys or straight up stupid rednecks. It seems that the warrior doesn't even have a home in his own country any more. During times of peace the warrior is forgotten and discarded. During times of conflict, the warrior is given the lip service of praise and respect by the public, but held back from doing his job by the politician.

I subscribe to the idea that if you love someone, you will be willing to accept the fact that their job, their mission, may require them to spend time away from you. If this is the case, you recognize that the time you do spend together is that much more precious because he will be away and because you never know if he'll be coming back home alive. If a man is willing to sacrifice his life for his country, do you honestly think that he doesn't know how to love? Do you think when the enemy is finally dead, the dust settles and the adrenaline drains out that the soldier doesn't grieve for his fallen comrades? Do you think we are totally heartless? Or could it be that we cultivate an internal fortitude so that we can deal with such things? There is no time to cry when the bullets are in or out bound. Maybe, just maybe, you should try to get to know us a little better. Maybe we know more about brotherhood and bonds than your giggly gossip circle of Sex in the City characters could ever fathom. Maybe it takes time for us to allow you to get inside our walls. Maybe we aren't the simpletons you thought us to be. Maybe we're just as complex, if not more so (considering the factor of imminent death among us), than you say you are?