I can’t imagine what it’s like to go to war.
I can’t imagine having the courage to leave my family. To say goodbye to those I love.
I can’t imagine being shipped off to some distant land to fight for people you don’t know.
I can’t imagine long periods in trenches. In jungles. On battlefields. Bored. Exhausted. Cold, wet and scared.
I can’t imagine entering the battle. To be ordered into such great danger that my life is no longer in my hands.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to start shooting. At humans. Real people. To take a life.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to see people killed. Not just people, but friends. Close friends. Killed right in front of my eyes.
I can’t imagine being shot. To feel the excruciating pain. To know I am in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of a battlefield. To fear for my life.
I can’t imagine returning home. Emotionally and physically scarred. To have the scenes, the sounds, and the bloody images locked permanently in my mind.
I can’t imagine.
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I also can’t imagine our country. Our life. Our freedom. Had you not imagined our freedom for us, and then given everything.
I can’t imagine we could ever thank you enough.
THANK YOU for giving more than we can imagine.