One of the lines in a story in the Omaha World Herald today.
A story about another soldier killed in Iraq.
Normally, they are from other states. Strangers to me.
A name and a face on the nightly news that I watch while making dinner for my family.
Until the funeral today.
The funeral for a soldier from Nebraska.
I didn’t know him.
But I know another member of his group.
And that is as close as I’ve come to knowing anyone who is fighting for my right to make dinner in a country free from terrorism.
And, then on Monday morning, while Kevin was relaxing and enjoying a holiday at our home at Okoboji, he got a call. He is the Master Sergent of the 167th Cavalry Squadron.
Another soldier killed.
And he had to make 20 phonecalls to other soldiers in his National Guard group.
And tell them again.
And they will go to another funeral.
The president said today that we are a nation at war.
I don’t always remember this.
But that war hit a little closer to home this weekend.
On behalf of this grateful citizen.