I love all things military (well, most of them.) I grew up at the end of a runway never understanding why people complained about noise from airplanes. There was an article today over at the Conservative Treehouse about President Trump meeting the people from The Wounded Warriors Project. It seemed like a good time to refrain a familiar letter from the movie, Act of Valor.
Remember, you have warrior’s blood in your veins. The code that made your father who he was is the same code that’ll make you a man he would admire, respect. Put your pain in a box. Lock it down. Like those people in the paintings your father liked, we are men made up of boxes, chambers of loss and triumph. Of hurt and hope and love. No one is stronger or more dangerous than a man who can harness his emotions. His past.