Current events reviberate through our daily existence and bring past atrocities home even here in the middle of nowhere.
Every military conflict for the past thirty years brings my husband's Vietnam experience home to roost.
Again and again.
Robert Mueller's death and mention of his bronze star only adds to the memories of his own service.
I listen because I hope it helps.
He was just a kid when he was in uniform but it feels like yesterday to both of us. His two bronze stars sit in a drawer with all of his other commendations.
He worries about everyone in harms way and wonders why Congress allows this immediate travesty. Why don't they care about the human toll? On all sides.
The right or the wrong of the politics doesn't matter almost sixty years later. My husband's two tours never really ended but extend to the right here and right now.
The waging of war demands a price.
We will keep paying because we never learn.