Today, Isaiah and I experienced something that I hope we will not have to experience again any time soon, or ever.
Our community has recently been shaken with a loss, a loss of one of our "own". Twenty-one year old, Seth Blevins, was killed in Afganistan by a roadside bomb. He was serving our country, our community. He has given all he has for our freedom. A freedom, that I am ashamed to say, I take for granted. Everything that has gone on in Iraq and Afiganistan over the past ten years has become white noise to me. I hear of lives lost, soliders STILL being deployed, soliders coming home. It all becomes routine. I wonder how I became so immune. The white noise is gone. It has been replaced with reality, a reality that can not begin to imagine the sights, sounds, feelings, emotions, and experiences of it all.
We went to Seth's hometown, which happens to be my hometown as well, to show our respect and gratitude, give support, and honor a fallen solider. We are forever indebt to all the "Seth's" that serve daily.