Just a short post here. My children are 22 and 19 years old, respectively. Prime age to be drafted if we ended up in a war with a draft.
It’s fully hitting me for the first time that most of the soldiers we’re honoring and remembering on Memorial Day were just kids, basically. The majority of the troops who have been killed in battle throughout all the years of our country – around the ages my kids are now. Pretty sobering.
This song seems fitting for today. Particularly these lines:
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin’ what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew
Gen BLT 