The sadness that surrounds us.

We went for a family bike ride last night, and on our way back we ran into our neighbor across the street. We were making polite conversation when she mentioned the death of two Marines that live in our neighborhood. It is absolutely heartbreaking because they left behind children and a wife. I just shook my head not because I can't believe it but because I don't want to. I always have to accept the possibility that surrounds my husbands choice of career...death. I don't accept it willingly though. I think I am in denial the majority of the time. Everyone thinks that just because I was a Marine that I agree with the war and what is going on...but I don't (at all). All I can think about is all the women I have come across here and there that lost their husbands. All the praying in the world does not make anyone invincible. They use this line "Your husband died making the ultimate sacrifice for his country." If someone said that to me I think I would slap them. Like saying that is going to make anything better for the wives and kids that are left behind to pick up all the shattered little pieces of their lives.