Today, on my last connecting flight to California, as we were getting ready to land the pilot came over the intercom and informed us that we were carrying home a fallen soldier. There were two honorary escorts on the flight to bring this soldier home. The plane broke out in applause and tears for the young boy who died fighting for our freedoms. As I got off the plane, I saw the escorts with another group of soldiers preparing to remove the casket from the plane. As I sat there with tears streaming down my face all I could think of was, "Well done thy good and faithful servant"

Now I don't know anything about the soldier who died. But it doesn't matter-he died fighting to protect the freedoms which I hold dear-ones we all hold dear. And as I think about all the other many men and women who fight everyday on our behalf, I hold my hand to my heart and I am indeed grateful. I don't care what your political beliefs are-I just hope that as you read this you will take the time to say a prayer for each soldier and take a moment to say thank you for all the ones who have died fighting for us.