Did you ever think about how wrong it is that the burdens of this war are being entirely shouldered by such a small percentage of this country, how the true cost of this war is being paid by our soldiers and their families and no one else? We read in the paper and see on the news how another roadside bomb has killed 3 soldiers, how a helicopter crashed and killed 4 Marines. We may feel sad and curse our president for getting us into this war. We may feel sorry for the loss of life and feel sympathy for the families of the dead. But, that is nothing compared to what these men and women sacrifice for us every day--those who pay the ultimate price, their lives, and those who pay with their youth and innocence. What do we contribute? What can we contribute? This question has been troubling me for some time now. I know that signing up to be a soldier means that one day you may be called to war. And that this is part of the reality of the job. But, just as we expect these people (just kids in some cases) to leave their families and travel halfway around the world to do a duty, to fight in our name; we must also make some kind of sacrifice. How can we ask them for so much and give so little in return? I don’t have an answer. Some days, I think that maybe I should join the National Guard or the Reserve--to serve, to do my part. Maybe I’m too old. But, I don’t know how I can, in good conscience, not do *something.* I don’t believe in this war. Far from it. I don’t agree with this administration. I love my country; I hate what it’s doing. At the same time, I feel this urge, this pull, this sense of overwhelming obligation to keep up my end of the bargain. How can we send our soldiers to fight and die when we ourselves do nothing, sacrifice nothing, contribute nothing? It makes me tired, it makes my heart sick and heavy. It makes me cry. But, maybe that’s what I can contribute. I can think of their sacrifices, I can remember them, I can honor them, I can not forget. What else can I do? I sit in the dark, tears welling in my eyes, and pray that God is watching and welcoming his children swiftly to his door. But, that is not enough.