What could be nobler than risking your life to protect those you love
and to safeguard everything you hold sacred? We owe an immeasurable
debt to those who take up arms to defend us. When we lay our
heads on pillows at night, it’s because there’s a soldier somewhere
laying his head on a cold, damp rock. When we sit beside our warm
hearths in the evening, it’s because there’s a soldier somewhere
bivouacking on a wind-swept plain. When we hug our loved ones, it’s
because there’s a soldier somewhere hugging his rifle and fighting the
loneliness in his own heart. When we enjoy the freedom to relax or
play a game, there’s a soldier somewhere whose every sense is focused
on an unseen enemy seeking to kill him. When we relish the sound of
laughter with friends, it’s because there’s a soldier somewhere hearing
the sudden snap of a twig in the darkness and wondering if it’s the last
sound he’ll ever hear.

(Excerpted from James Keena’s new novel “2084: American Apocalypse”, available on Amazon).