Lunch With My Daughter

Yesterday I went out to lunch with my only daughter.  She lives with us so we try to do something fun on Saturdays. So we drove down to Salt Lake and the she had an appointment she needed to attend in Ogden.  Talk about one end of the earth to the other.  After her appointment we went to lunch.  In the line in front of us was a   young man possibly in the range of 22 to 25 yr .  He was neat and clean and very polite. But you could tell he has a brain injury. His movements were a little jerky his head hung a little to one side and his speech demonstrated it too. He had a little trouble swiping his debit card so the sweet girl at the counter offered to help him and he kindly let her. He got his food and went to sit with his friend who looked to have some sort of an injury. They were talking and laughing and every once in a while one of them would say OORAH! and then one of them would say MUSCLE THROUGH IT SOLIDER. It was clear what the problem was. They were both combat Marines injured in Iraq. They were talking about combat they had been in.
I could hardly keep back the tears. You wonder what they had seen and how they were injured. I wondered too if they were getting the help they needed and deserved.
It concerned me so much because our son to was in Iraq during the push North.  We have heard nothing of what happened to him or what he saw. Some funny things.  He was in Special Forces. Psyop Unit. He came home with a case of PTSD and has meds for it and dose not sleep much. But dose well with his job.
Anyway, please remember our Military pray for all of them.
Till next time.........................