Today I took Christmas flowers to a few graves for a friend that lives out of state. While there I looked across the lane and saw the grave of a brave soldier that paid the ultimate price earlier this year. I knew he had been buried at Eastside but not where. I walked over and paid my respects. He was a young man, only 2 years older than my son.
I thanked him for his service and sacrifice. As I stood there with my heart hurting for his family I couldn't help but say a prayer for God to continue to protect my son, Clayton, deployed to Afghanistan. We are 7 months into our journey and I am weary from waking and ending my day with war and worry.
Thank you Sgt. Mena. May you rest in peace.