Comparisons To 30 Years In The Past

This morning, two younger people (as in people my age) were sitting in the back at Church #2. When we were outside after the service, I introduced myself to the guy and he told me that he was here with a friend. The friend turned out to be the younger sister of a soldier from our area that was killed in March. The conversation went something like this.

J: Jen
S: Sister

J: It was good to see you in church today.
S: Thanks. I like coming here but it’s really hard right now.
J: Why? *realizes that her late brother is probably the reason*
S: *in a whisper* Because of [late brother].
J: Well… you are always welcome anytime, tears or no tears. If you come and you feel like you need to cry, I know that there will people to sit with you.

It made me think about my parents’ generation who dealt with this while the Vietnam War was going on. I know that my in-laws and my parents all lost friends when they were in college because those people were killed in Vietnam.

Strange how history repeats itself…

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