Technically speaking, he was my step-nephew. My daddy married his grandma 12 years ago after we lost momma to lung cancer.
Last Tuesday he was warming his hands by the fire at the Army Base in Khost, Afghanistan, when a Taliban suicide bomber dressed as an Afghan Police officer walked up and pulled the ripcord on his bomb vest, ending the lives of Jonathan and his best friend... two more American Soldiers in their mid twenties who joined the growing number of Americans killed in action in operation Enduring Freedom.
Jonathan leaves behind a wife and a momma and brother.
He was a decorated Soldier who died way to young in a place which is, by definition, God-forsaken.
I am not politically active anymore. And this is not the time or place to rant about the 'why'...
I simply want to honor Jonathan: another hero who came home from this war to be buried and remembered.
You are missed here, my young friend. terribly missed.
I know the angels are celebrating your arrival there. And from that we will gain peace.
God Bless
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