Scattered across Facebook today are photos of grandfathers who risked and sometimes lost their lives in wars of generations past. Taking nothing away from their sacrifice, I think there is an even greater sacrifice that we've all made. The biggest toll of war isn't the grandfathers called away when they were young. Their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren honor them and create their legacy. But what of the nineteen-year-old man who saw the Army as a way to get off his farm? Who will honor the twenty-two-year-old who dropped out of medical school to serve their country? How many young men from Harlem, Brooklyn, the Back Bay or South Philly will be remembered today? All of them came home with a flag draped across their casket. My grandfather's generation suffered the most in the War to End All Wars. My father's generation lost men and women in Korea and Vietnam. My generation was lucky in the sense that our squabbles, comparatively, had little los
SunFyre is written by a guy in a wheelchair, thus "...words from a seated position." However, this journal isn't about being disabled. I'm a husband, father of twins, entrepreneur, author and occasional political pundit.