For the past three weeks, we’ve been accepting nominations for our Military Motherhood Award. The nominations close today. That means we’re about to start sifting through hundreds of stories about the moms who help hold down the homefront.
I’m not a particularly sappy person, but I know I’m not going to make it through all those stories without shedding a few tears. It happened with our Military Child Award as well. The stories of families weathering yet another separation, of service members risking their lives and wellbeing for a country and cause they believe in really touches me.
Especially now that we’ve hit the seventh anniversary of the war in Iraq. These days, the war is fighting for a place in our popular consciousness as much as for progress on the front lines. It seems like our general public is much better informed about and interested in the latest celebrity marriage crisis than the current number of service members killed in combat.
Sandra Bullock and Elin Woods have had their share of misery, no doubt. But in my mind, it doesn’t compare to the mental wear and tear of repeated deployments on thousands of military families who sacrifice so much so far from the spotlight.
So I’m going to grab my Kleenex before I start reading through the 500-plus nominations we’ve received. A few tears are the least I owe these ladies and their families.