I spend disproportionate amount of my time thinking about war.
Another: off to basic training and now in Korea.
Both: futures uncertain.
I watch their updates and pictures flash across Facebook and to me, they are still babies: the kids I chased around my Grandparents' farm, tied up with their own socks, tickled until they peed and threw effortlessly over my shoulder in a game of hide and seek.
That their experiences enlighten them, such that they may enlighten others, about the wisdom that comes from living outside the United States.
That they can pass along their learning first hand just how blessed and lucky we surely are, as Americans.
And most importantly I pray this: