So, today is Remembrance Day.
I always get goosebumps.
I’m bogged down by a mixture of pride and despair when I think of past conflicts. I am tortured by anger and dread when I consider the very real possibility of upcomming conflict.
I know it’s a cliche, but I can’t help but wonder why we all can’t get along? Why can’t I be Christian while you’re Muslim? Why can’t America see how they portray themselves to other countries? Why can’t other countries give America the benefit of the doubt that their hearts are in the right place?
What’s so glorious about burying your brother?