The other night, my wife and I sat down to watch the film “In Waves and War.”
It documents three former Navy SEALs–Marcus Capone, DJ Shipley and Matty Roberts–and a few other veterans as they go through alternative approaches to mental health care.
The film is gut wrenching in various ways.
Us civilians tend to glamorize warfighters–myself included, I hate to admit–but we can’t even begin to understand their lives.
We can’t begin to understand what it’s like to be a military spouse, who operates as a solo parent only to then have to play bodyguard between the kids and Dad when he gets home.
We can’t begin to understand what it’s like to be a child whose father is gone 300 days a year, may never come home again, and if he does, is an angry and shattered shell of himself.
Unless you are or were one, you have no idea. I have no idea.
When the film ended, I sat there in silence. My wife looked at me and just said, “Freedom isn’t free.”
It’s a cliche and also the truest words that could have been spoken.
On Memorial Day, the “cost” of our freedom is more palpable.
We honor those who died in service. We see the gravestones and the unfathomable amount of American flags lining Arlington National Cemetery. We see footage of a memorial service. We hear Taps being played.
On Veterans Day, it’s not as obvious.
We honor anyone who served. Thankfully, and by the grace of God, not all veterans battle severe mental health issues. But so many do, and so many in silence. The “cost” of our freedom is still steep among the living.
The very least we can do on Veterans Day is say “thank you.”
But I would urge everyone to watch this film.
Set aside any judgment of these men or the alternative treatments they undergo, and just realize: they suffered, and suffer, for you and I.
God bless our veterans and their families.
Every last one deserves every last ounce of respect.
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