Sunday, November 11, 2018

Dear Daddy - The War Zone (Week 3)

This week we read about another daddy also in Kabul. His name was Brent Taylor. He was a major in the Utah National Guard and he was serving his 4th deployment in Afghanistan. He was the mayor of a small city in Utah and the father of 7 children. He was killed on Saturday. He was 39.

Since the United States went to war in Afghanistan in 2001 there have been more than 4000 American military and civilian casualties. Brent Taylor is just the latest in a long line of deaths. His family has said he was proud to be serving in the US military. They, his community, and his country were proud of his service. He is a hero. But, he is never coming home.

Our hearts are broken for the Taylor family. We grieve for his small children who will never again hold his hand or hear him read them a story or kiss them goodnight. We ache for his wife who has unexpectedly been permanently cast in the role of single parent. We feel for his friends and neighbors who will miss him. Mayor Taylor was well liked by the people he served, even his ideological opposites, and so we are also saddened that America has lost a committed and moral public servant, particularly now when politicians like him seem to be in short supply.

Daddy, when you told us you were going to Afghanistan, you said very matter-of-factly, "I'm going to Afghanistan. I'll be gone a year and then I'll be back." You showed us where Afghanistan was on the map and explained that you would be in a city called Kabul. You talked a little bit about why you were going and what you would be doing there. And then we didn't talk about Afghanistan itself anymore. But, we know you're not just in Afghanistan, you're in the "war zone."

Truthfully, "war zone" sounds kind of cool. We picture you surrounded by guns and helicopters and marines and walkie-talkies. But, in reality, we don't even begin to understand what the term "war zone" means. We can't imagine the level of destruction there must be in a place where there have been violent conflicts for centuries. We don't know what gunfire sounds like or the rotors of a helicopter or any of the other sounds you hear because you're in a place that is at war. And, while we understand why you're there, we wish you weren't. We wish you and Major Taylor and all the others that are serving there now in any capacity didn't need to be there at all.

We've heard Mommy say, "they don't call it the war zone for nothing." We think she says that when she hears unsettling reports because if she dwells too long on where you are and the fact that people are getting killed there, she'll go crazy. Reading about Brent Taylor's death was sobering. Although you are not in uniform and you are not being asked to deploy over and over again and you too are being protected by people like Major Taylor, you do have a few things in common with him. Chief among these bonds is that until Saturday, you were in the same place. A place where people, Americans, daddies, are dying. A place called the "war zone."

Today is Veteran's Day - the day we remember the thousands upon thousands of women and men who have and continue to bravely and selflessly put their lives on the line to protect the freedoms and liberties we enjoy and that make us uniquely American. Words are insufficient to express our gratitude for the mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, husbands and wives who are willing to give or have given, in too many cases, their very lives to keep us safe.

Today also marks the 100th Anniversary of the end of the Great War. World War I earned the moniker "great" due to its size and scope - nearly 60 million soldiers fought and more than 8 million people died from 1914 until November 11, 1918. And, it was hoped that it would be the first and only conflict of its kind, that the world would never again know the horrors of war on such a grand scale. Today we mark this anniversary somberly, reminded of the heroism of so many and wishing WWI had in fact been the last war. Mostly though, today we wish that Major Taylor and you and so many others will never again have to run the risk of not coming home - that someday we will celebrate the anniversary of the end of the "war zone."

Sunday, November 04, 2018

Dear Daddy - The World Series (Week 2)

Most people would agree you are an unlikely Red Sox fan, Daddy. Born and bred in the Mountain West, never having been to Boston, much less Fenway Park, before entering your third decade, your joining Red Sox nation wasn't exactly predictable. But, college is transformative and your freshman dorm mate can have a lasting impact - as yours did by converting you into a Sox fan nearly 80 years into one of the longest championship droughts in sports history.

You knew what you were getting into when you decided to hitch your wagon to the fan base of this storied franchise. You knew that whole generations of fans had been born and died without experiencing the joy of a winning season. And you had to know about the Curse of the Bambino and Bill Buckner and the "Boston Massacre" and Bucky Dent and all the rest. But, something about the team and their history spoke to you and you became a die hard fan overnight.

This year, the Boston Red Sox had a record-breaking season and you kept us all abreast of their impressive achievements: first team to 100 wins; first club to clinch a postseason berth; first Red Sox roster with more than 105 wins in a season since 1912, and all of this before the playoffs. You even took us to a game this summer when they played a series against the Orioles at Camden Yards. It was a great game. The Red Sox were trailing after 5 innings but they stormed back and scored 14! runs over the next three innings. There were 10 home runs, and fireworks, we saw a rookie literally batting a thousand, and the Orioles, who had a record breaking season of their own, were mathematically eliminated from playoff contention after that game earlier than any other team in the history of MLB. We sat in the stands eating hot dogs and peanuts and singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." We had our picture taken with the Orioles mascot and were even featured on the JumboTron.  Best of all, we watched the Sox crush the competition and you eat up every minute of their 19-12 victory - it was magical.

Mommy hates baseball - we all know this. She would rather stare at the wall than watch baseball. She drives Isaac to practice twice a week and now she goes to his games, because he loves it and because you aren't here. She took us to Isaac's baseball tournament over Fall break where we did nothing but think/watch/play baseball for three whole days. She sat through hours of televised baseball this year and memorized their starting line-up by name and position because the Red Sox were playing, first the Yankees, then the Astros, and finally the Dodgers. She did all of this because the Red Sox are your team.

This week, the Red Sox won the World Series. You weren't here to watch it with us, we missed you. Mommy tried to replace you and make your absence less noticeable. She watched the games while we were at school so she could tell us the highlights and see us get excited as the Sox moved one step closer to their victory.  She listened to us recount our favorite moments from each game and returned our celebratory high fives. She gave us her phone at church so we could check the score in real time for game 4.  She promised us if there was a game 7 we could stay home from school and watch it live - and then she prayed the Series wouldn't go to 7 games. And when they won, she didn't tell us and let us stay up late to watch the replay so we could experience the win for ourselves.

It wasn't the same - watching the Red Sox win - without you. Mommy was disappointed, for us and for you. She knows how much you love this team and especially how much you love sharing what you love with us. She knows as incredible as this victory was, because we weren't together, it was a little bittersweet. But, the Red Sox have now won the World Series 4 times in the last 15 years and they'll probably win again in the not too distant future. At least, that's what Mommy says. She's a pragmatist and based on their track record, she definitely would not have become a Red Sox fan in 1995 like you did, but in 2018 she knows they are a force to be reckoned with and their prospects for future victories are excellent. Mommy was aware of your blind, inexplicable, and unrewarded devotion to this team when she decided to hitch her wagon to your star. She may not be a baseball fan, but she's your fan, so when the Red Sox win we celebrate...even when you're far away.

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