I never had a chance to say thanks.
While I was thinking about how many days the NFL lockout would last, you were thinking about how many more days you had to be away from your family.
While I was wondering what to wear to work, you’ve had the same thing on for days at a time.
While I was thinking about what to eat for lunch, you were not sure if you would have time to eat at all.
While I was wondering how I could have had a better day at work, your day at work consisted of watching a truck blow up a few hundred feet from you.
While I was thinking about what to make my Facebook status, you were thinking about whether your family remembered what you looked like.
While I was wondering about the start of training camp, you were thinking about the next group of soldiers joining the fight fresh from boot camp.
While I was thinking about the plans for work tomorrow, you were planning on how to stay alive for another day.
While I was wondering what to watch on TV, you were wondering if the letter you wrote home had been received.
While I was thinking about the Packers chances of a repeat in 2011, you were thinking about how lucky you were-that bullet was really close.
While I was wondering about what time to go to sleep, you were trying to go to sleep in a foreign jungle or desert, far from home, all alone.
I never had the chance to say thanks, so now seems to be the perfect time.
This Memorial Day weekend, as I get ready to enjoy the weekend with family, you are defending this country, in a place I probably don’t want to know about, seeing things only my nightmares could come up with.
Thank you for what you do. I’ll always remember you.
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