The Cost of War: Priceless

Looking at the majestic mountains that surround me to the West, I remember a sunset. I remember an August afternoon, driving home from the State Fair with a sleeping child and my love with tears in his eyes. "Why are you crying?" I asked, puzzled. "The sunset, the day, you and Tori. I want this day to last forever." Unfortunately, time moves forward and he couldn't have what he so longed for.

Emerson Noah Brand was killed in Fallujah, Iraq on Thursday, March 15, 2007. With the onset of this war that officially began in 2003, we've heard many stories of soldiers killed in combat. To all who have lost; there's not much that words can encapsulate. To the general population, it means a somber half-second and a shaking of the head.

It's important that society acknowledges that this war-at-large involves us all. Economically, politically, societally, we're ALL involved as United States citizens. I'll save the political impact for a separate forum. I will say this: educate yourself on your world. Religion, politics, economic issues, etc. This is time dedicated to someone special, not just a "number." I'm inviting every reader to know about one soldier's life (I'm not used to using "was").

Emerson alive is a jovial, handsome, caring and loving man. He works hard and is very meticulous about his work as a United States Army soldier. He's lively and enjoys listening to Rockabilly music from bands like "Reverend Horton Heat." He loves animals and fights for their rights. He loves being an Infantry soldier and stands up for the cause. He didn't want to die for his Country, but went to war willingly, almost instinctively knowing he wouldn't return. Chisle away at the rough edges and there he is: the embodiment of God's love.

I find comfort in knowing that his life is here (still here) through those of us who keep him alive. His beautiful mother, Debi, who lost the only child she gave birth to. His father, John, who taught Emerson to be better than just "good."

The next time you drop your child off at school, hug them an extra time. Take two seconds and take in a breath of fresh air; it's your privilege here on Earth. Overcome evil with good whenever possible. Whenever you need a reminder that your life isn't that bad after all, remember Emerson. Remember the roadside bomb that instantly sent him to another realm. Remember his mother's pain. Begin to study and learn what's going on in the world around you. It extends much farther than your backyard.

Mom, Dad, I love you.