I recently received this note from one of our readers, a military mother from Texas: During the Vietnam War I was a teen. I graduated in 1968. During the last two years of High School I was taught math by a retired Army Colonel who had five Masters' Degrees. He would write on the chalkboard each day a quotation or a thought to ponder. I loved them. He never spoke of what was written on the chalkboard unless we asked him about it. The words were for us to meditate on. One day I came in to read these words. They forever changed my world and some 3 years later, after graduating from university, I married a young Army Cpt, a helicopter pilot, home from war due to injuries. The words were these... Somewhere out there a young man at war died for me today, and I must ask and answer: Am I worth dying for? Those words are indelibly carved in my heart and I think of them daily, especially since our son serves. The first thing at morning and the last thing at night I pray for him and another...(Read Full Post)