I was hanging out with my brother today. He just got back from Afghanistan where he worked in a hospital in the OR. He told us a ton of stories today-stories that you just need to here first hand from someone that experienced them.
He told us one story today about the limbs that were lost – daily – because of the atrocities there. It didn’t matter what side you were on – soldiers, men, women, children, the locals – no one was immune and no one was safe.
He ended one story by telling us how thankful he was that he still had his limbs. I don’t ever remember being thankful for my limbs – but I’m thankful today.
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