Today at the wounded warrior picnic, I ran after a soldier who looked as though he was trying to hurry away as quickly as possible. When I caught up with him and the woman who was probably his mother, I handed him his flag as he tried to hide his face, which was injured. He looked absolutely ashamed. This man who has fought for my freedoms looked ashamed today because I saw him. What must our soldiers suffer when they come back from duty to fear aesthetic persecution.
I got a little emotional, which is something I try to avoid because emotions have a tendency to cloud judgment. It is so easy at times to think purely intellectually and forget that everything I do has a human consequence. Today made me remember.
Katie Lee, Mississippi
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