“Oh, I’m so sor…”
Krista, a high school English teacher, paused for a moment then restarted her sentence.
“Wow, this is big. I mean huge,” she said, speaking of the news of my husband’s deployment.
“Thanks,” I said.
“For what?”
“For not saying you’re sorry.”
“Well, I am not sorry. Are you?” she asked.
Sorry is for tragic events, like death, disease, or adultery.
I am not sorry I married a man who is willing to risk his livelihood, leave his family and put his life on the line for his country.
I am not sorry that we live in a country where the government not only concerns itself with the safety and well-being of its citizens, but desires the freedom and safety of those oppressed and terrorized.
It’s hard. I am sad. I struggle.
But I am not sorry.
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