I feel as though my words may be inadequate. But I feel I must say them anyway.
I am not like you.
I have never given myself in service to millions of others—an entire country of people I will never know. Nor have I had the courage to go where sent despite danger or feared outcome. I have not trained for war, nor seen it—let alone experienced it. My worst battles have been in my own head. Of course, you may understand even those battles better than I.
I have not fought for a career in a culture that applauds my service but does not value its applicable experience. Nor have I struggled for adequate medical care in a country I was prepared to die for.
Sacrifice in my life has risked little in comparison to that which you were prepared to make, compared to those you have made.
No, I am not like you, but perhaps that is why it is so important for me to thank you, to advocate for you, and love you—who you are, what you stand for, and what you have done.
Thank you for your service.
May God bless you and keep you close, today and always.
“Never was so much owed by so many to so few.”
— Winston Churchill