Thank you soldiers and soldiers’ families and friends who’ve sacrificed for me and my family and friends. Thank you. In the car coming home from Big Sur yesterday I heard Ax ask his father, “Why is there war?” One of those out-of-nowhere questions kids throw when they still think their parents know everything.
I probably would have answered, “I don’t know.” Or something equally unsatisfying. Mike said something else, I don’t remember what and maybe Ax doesn’t either.
But he tried to answer in a way that a six-year-old would understand. But I don’t understand, not really. I love the soldiers. And I can imagine a world where we can all co-exist without violence. I’m gonna keep going.