Eyes of sadness, yet firm resolve - much like the resolve I suspect was in her husband's eyes ere he was killed. This is what I saw when I expressed my condolences to the young--oh, how young--widow of an army helicopter pilot whose funeral was today at Immanuel. The Chinook he was piloting was shot down in Afghanistan by a Taliban RPG.
One life destroyed, but what of the cost to the four remaining - his wife and three young girls? The war in Afghanistan has made more sense to me than Iraq - but the cost seems enormous today. Tomorrow, it will begin to recede, as normal life resumes in the land of the free. And that is what frightens me - that I will forget this day, and the eyes of sadness I dared look into.