So, I am an American; and as much as I hate to admit it, I think my view of the world is pretty small. Now, not to take anything away from America, our news is very tailor-made--American news about Americans doing American things. (Normally, they are rich, pretty; but that is a different rant.) Stuff to make you feel good or to make you feel guilty, but not really to inform. We get used to that, and easily work those short term responses into our daily lives and move on.
So, reading up on some random tidbit that tickled my personal interest, I stumbled upon this:
Here we hear about some--but not all--of the Americans lost in this conflict; but I cannot recall ever hearing about the toll on our allies, other free nations dedicated to serving the victims of a regime dedicated to domination.
I guess I feel very sad and very small.
Today is our Primary election in the State of Nebraska. It is a big day for my home. Across the sea, another home will never be the same.
It has been a strange month for me. A lot of death. We have the famous ones: Dick Clark and MCA. The personal ones: My wife's Aunt Janet (one helluva lady), and Taylor Gulley (the youngest brother and son of some folks I know, and the friend of many of my friends). There was a little girl who was thrown from a car about 50min from here and 4 weeks ago. She was four, I think.
And now, Lance Corporal Lee Thomas Davies from 1st Battalion Welsh Guards and Royal Air Force airman Corporal Brent John McCarthy are two more of the 414 UK deaths there in Afghanistan. I know I might not have a right to feel this was, but I am very sad.
Might the God of all Comfort show Himself to those left, comrade and kin alike. And in the words of the departed Taylor Gulley: the God that holds the stars in place knows what He is doing.
Some thoughts on grief.
by Matthew D. Reese
May 15, 2012
So, I am an American; and as much as I hate to admit it, I think my view of the world is pretty small. Now, not to take anything away from America, our news is very tailor-made--American news about Americans doing American things. (Normally, they are rich, pretty; but that is a different rant.) Stuff to make you feel good or to make you feel guilty, but not really to inform. We get used to that, and easily work those short term responses into our daily lives and move on.
So, reading up on some random tidbit that tickled my personal interest, I stumbled upon this:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-west-wales-18060836
A Welsh Guardsman cut down.
Here we hear about some--but not all--of the Americans lost in this conflict; but I cannot recall ever hearing about the toll on our allies, other free nations dedicated to serving the victims of a regime dedicated to domination.
I guess I feel very sad and very small.
Today is our Primary election in the State of Nebraska. It is a big day for my home. Across the sea, another home will never be the same.
It has been a strange month for me. A lot of death. We have the famous ones: Dick Clark and MCA. The personal ones: My wife's Aunt Janet (one helluva lady), and Taylor Gulley (the youngest brother and son of some folks I know, and the friend of many of my friends). There was a little girl who was thrown from a car about 50min from here and 4 weeks ago. She was four, I think.
And now, Lance Corporal Lee Thomas Davies from 1st Battalion Welsh Guards and Royal Air Force airman Corporal Brent John McCarthy are two more of the 414 UK deaths there in Afghanistan. I know I might not have a right to feel this was, but I am very sad.
Might the God of all Comfort show Himself to those left, comrade and kin alike. And in the words of the departed Taylor Gulley: the God that holds the stars in place knows what He is doing.