"They are not dead who live in lives they leave behind. In those whom they have blessed they live a life again."—Eleanor Roosevelt
As we remember our fallen heroes, our hearts go out to those who can never forget - the families they left behind. People whose wounds are still fresh 20, 40, and 50 years later. For those of us who have not lived it, it is hard to imagine what it must be like: seeing—with shock and puzzlement and dread—a uniformed officer and a chaplain approach the front door, hearing them express the deep sorrow and gratitude of the United States, saying "We regret to inform you…"

Do not think in terms of a thousand casualties; think in terms of one. Because each casualty was someone's loved one.
At the end of any war, after the headlines are off the front pages, there are the wounds of a family member, lamenting the loss of a loved one, that will never heal.