When I think of the price of freedom...
I think of a letter Sarah Armstrong of Archdale wrote me:
"World War II had a strong impact on me. In college, some friends and I spent hours planning our lives after graduation. The war changed everything. The boys went overseas , some never to return. By war's end, the group had scattered, dreams forgotten.
"My husband's life was changed much more. A war injury left him with a permanent hearing loss. His only brother was killed, making my husband soley responsible for his family's welfare."
What's your story?
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When I think of the price of freedom, I think that it's pathetic that it has to have a price at all. I am more than willing to give every human on this planet as much freedom as I have, at no charge, and no questions asked. I don't see -- even after thinking about it for years on end -- why every other person on Earth can't do the same.
Posted on July 5, 2006 12:48 PM
Every day, I learn in more detail how Cassandra must have felt. It REALLY sucks.
Posted on July 6, 2006 8:42 AM