He who may not be named: the unseen soldier.

I had the pleasure of talking with a friend who is a Veteran, having served his country in Vietnam. I tear up as I write this. I have So So So much respect for anyone who chooses to serve their country. Both my grandfathers served in WW II and the Korean War. I wish I would have been old enough to muster up the courage to initiate the conversation about their experiences, but now, looking back, I realize it wasn’t meant to be. Timing is everything. We ran out of time. They have both crossed over, taking their stories with them. My mom would often say that her father “never liked to talk about the war.” I respect that. I can’t imagine what they saw as young men. 

Back to my friend. 

As he spoke about his experiences, a young male Spirit appeared behind him. He was dressed in his green camo fatigues, helmet on, looking down. He gripped his rifle as he stood with the utmost respect as his friend spoke. He was sad, but honored to have served with his friend. He never looked up at me. He never spoke. He just stood oh-so-still as his buddy talked about the Vietnam war. I could feel the connection between these two soldiers, one having passed during the war, and one sitting across the table from me. It was such an honor to be in the presence of both these men. As my friend finished his story, I got to thinking about his friend that crossed over while serving his country. Sometimes Spirits appear to me and don’t speak. Some talk a lot. I guess you could compare it to everyday life. Sometimes when you cross paths with a stranger, they look up at you and smile, others walk by, head down and don’t say a word. Either way, I am not offended. This is who they are and that’s okay. I got the sense that my friend did not need to hear about his buddy standing behind him. It wasn’t necessary. Will I tell my friend this story? Maybe someday. But for now, this soldier shall remain silent and anonymous. 

Thank you to all that serve! ❤️