Monday, May 25, 2009

For my brothers



Dear Ones,

You were drafted or you enlisted. You had your reasons. Everything that happened after that, no matter what your experience was, required you to be braver than I've ever been, braver than I'll ever be. I honor your valour, every one of you.

Today I remember especially my brothers who served during the Vietnam War: finally I'm learning more about that war, trying hard to imagine what it was like for you. At the time, we watched on television and were horrified. I was not able to feel compassion for your situations. I apologize sincerely for that.

May all of you, from every time, from every place (not just the U.S.) and from every war, rest in peace.

What is remembered, lives.

Love,
Reya

20 comments:

ellen abbott said...

So young. Soldiers are always so young. They die before they begin to live. I am so thankful that my son survived the folly of his youth.

lakeviewer said...

Great sentiment. Ditto.

Rain said...

Nice, I share your feelings. The word courage when describing a soldier, is an understatement in my books.

Elizabeth said...

Beautifully put.
What courage these young men must have had (it always used to be mostly young men.)
Even more difficult for those who oppose wars when they are forced to fight.
I don't think humankind will ever evolve beyond fighting.
I wish it would.

John Hayes said...

A lovely tribute--especially the last sentence.

Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

What a special post today. I soaked up your words and held them to my heart.

Angela said...

My father fought in Russia,he killed, and his brothers were killed, and now we have lovely Russian neighbors whom we call our friends. And I have English friends whose parents called all Germans bloody Huns, and now we are friends as well, and send our children on exchange years to the "enemy`s" country. Maybe there is (or will be?) more understanding after all...one day?

deborah said...

Omain

Ronda Laveen said...

A few years ago, I had my business in a Vietnamese woman's shop. Her husband had been killed in that war. Oh, she existed, came to America, raised her daughter by herself, remarried and divorced, did well with her business. She still misses him to this day. In war, we all loose.

Carolyn said...

Thanks Reya, beautiful sentiment. Thank you for sharing.
Blessings and smiles

Verily I go. said...

Very nice Reya, thank you!

JOY said...

Thank you for this heartfelt communication spoken true. May I add my blessings as well.

willow said...

Very touching, Reya, thank you.

janis said...

Reya!~ What A Beautiful Tribute! Thank you for sharing this!

sroman said...

Reya,
My (soon to be ex) husband served in Vietnam, as did his brother. His father and mother both served in WWII. I did neither and your first line caused me to gasp. Yes, they all have done more than I have or more than I will ever be asked to do. Thanks.

Delwyn said...

Reya,

your tribute is honest, bare and lacks sentimentality - a perfect acknowledgment of loss and gains

Happy days

Gary said...

yes!

Ronda Laveen said...

Typo correction: should have typed "lose."

Pam said...

Reya everything you post strikes a chord with me, particularly your last couple of posts which I've only just read. This post too, is thought-provoking. I can start to imagine what it would be like to lose a partner in a war (only start mind you, I would not be so presumptuous), but to lose my child to war, that particular pain I cannot begin to imagine for all sorts of reasons.Thank you for your tribute -for brave men and women to continue to fight with courage, when most know that war takes up so much money that could be better spent on wondrous things for the next generation, and health and comfort for all...to give up a young life so that others experience freedom really is the ultimate sacrifice.

Janelle said...

beautiful reya. makes me think of a conversation i had with an israeli friend who has just recently moved here from tel aviv...he has fought wars..his friends have died. his grandfather fought with the russians against the germans in what had to be one of the most bitterest of wars....and i asked him, would you send your son to war? no. no he wouldn;t. neither would i. neither would i. isn;t that what mothers day is really all about? xxx j