Respect Their Sacrifice
I have a friend, a real friend that I have come to know in my heart that he is a true man, a loyal warrior. He is a SEAL. We understand each other yet many words don’t need to be spoken between us – those unspoken conversations are already known and understood. We have never met.
America has a team of friends we have never met so many words are unspoken. They are the SEALS. Some of our friends have fallen from us, yet our way of life is richer for they walked with us for a while. They asked for missions no other could undertake and yet never sought a hero’s title or fame. So we know what was in their hearts. These men are by definition like no others we know. Our SEALS took a loss that we can never explain, never realize and never forget.
We must honor and respect the secrets they require and the grief they deserve. The prayers flow freely in their name.
SEALS are the adopted sons of America. We embrace their spirit, loyalty and brotherhood. Those whose lives were lost leave behind an honor we cannot fully explain, that is a station few will ever reach outside a dream.
To our fallen sons, I know you have now passed the golden tree, mounted your shields to the ceiling and have a seat at the table reserved for the chosen at Valhalla.
“But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive’ ~ Shakespeare