The flag at my son's school was flying at half-staff again this morning. If no major public figure has died, and it's not a remembrance holiday like Memorial Day, that means another soldier from Illinois has been killed in one of the wars overseas.
Nearly every other week the flags are lowered. Every other week someone has lost a child, a brother, a husband, a friend. I feel so sick.
I'm not commenting on the politics of it; I'm devastated by the inhumanity. By the lives lost, the families and friends torn apart. When I see that flag lowered I feel sick in the pit of my stomach, because I know that person voluntarily joined the military, either with the notion of protecting our country or because he or she had no other option as far as a career goes.
And that breaks my heart.