So we remember. So we thank them all. We are so grateful for brave New Englanders in the fields at Lexington and Concord before we ever were THIS United States. So grateful for the courage of our fathers and grandfathers, and for this new generation of lads and lassies who step into uniform freely for US ~ begin the cycle of sacrifice anew. And go so bravely into the most horrific of places, unimaginable to the oblivious hoards of beachgoers and bargain shoppers on this somber red, white and blue weekend. We are so grateful and our hearts weep for them all ~ for the unimaginable, inconsolable loss of a husband, a treasured daughter…a baby boy born on the Fourth of July.
Marine Cpl. Jacob C. Leicht didn’t survive his second encounter with a bomb this week. The death of the 24-year-old Texan born on the Fourth of July marks a grim milestone in the Afghanistan war.
Leicht, who spent two painful years recovering from the Iraq blast, was killed Thursday when he stepped on a land mine in Helmand province that ripped off his right arm. He had written letters from his hospital bed begging to be put back on the front lines, and died less than a month into that desperately sought second tour.
…“He said he always wanted to die for his country and be remembered,” said Jesse Leicht, his younger brother. “He didn’t want to die having a heart attack or just being an old man. He wanted to die for something.”
Oh, my God, how you lived that, Marine!
And we WILL remember, dearest Corporal, what you and so many others have given so willingly for us. Your sacrifice has been beyond measure and we can strive only to be forever worthy of it. We remember and our hearts are full.