Who has given more?

It started as casual small talk, catching up on life events since our last encounter.  The conversation turned into a new topic, one I will never forget.  This friend of mine, a mother with a son serving our country in special operations, began sharing his recent experiences with me.

While under attack, she described a situation where her son was with his comrades moving toward their objective.  Unknowingly, he stepped over an IED.   He was fortunate; however, his friend was not so lucky.

The impact was immediate, his pain more intense than anything he could describe.  All he knew was that he was in a different place, wondering to himself, “Is this what dying feels like?”  The next thing he remembered was hearing a slight groan coming from nearby.  Looking over his shoulder, he noticed it was his friend lying on the ground.  It seemed at the time as though the lower half of his body was missing.  “Could this be; am I still alive?” He thought.  Rubbing his eyes, checking with every sense he could muster.  Yes, it is my partner. Then sudden reflexes kicked in.

Getting up quickly and anguishing over the intensity of his newly realized pain, he made his way to what he now hoped was only a bad dream.  Unfortunately, his friend was real; it was not a dream.   Everything was in disarray; nothing made sense at all.  What was part of their world just a minute before was now gone.  How could this happen? It was in the flash of an eye.  What went wrong? He thought to himself.

As he bent over to help, the immediate fear of knowing everything was real pierced his soul.  Instinct kicked in, and all the years of training were paying off.  He knew he was his friend’s only hope.  This dying soldier needed his full attention.  His legs were gone; blood was rushing out of his body everywhere.  It would be only minutes, maybe seconds, and his life would be over.

Grabbing anything he could find which could be used as a tourniquet, he miraculously stopped the bleeding.  After waiting for the gunfire to subside, he picked his friend up off the ground, leaving a pool of blood where he lay.  He carried him off to safety.

As this friend of mine ended her story, she shared that her son saved his comrade’s life that horrible day.  He was awarded a medal of honor and recognized for saving this soldier in record time.  Oddly enough, this story, while nearly unbelievable, is not the one that has changed my understanding.

This story is about what I saw, felt, and experienced as these words of praise were expressed by this loving mother.  We stood face-to-face.  I listened, staring into her eyes and witnessing a miracle.  For a moment, her eyes became the window to her soul.  Tears appeared, creating a brilliant shimmering glow.  No longer was there a physical appearance but a clear radiant projection into eternity?  I could see directly into her soul and feel the beat of her heart!

I ask you, “Who gives more to serving our country?”  The brave men and women who are willingly giving the ultimate sacrifice?  Perhaps, hard to argue another way, but I know differently now for me.

This mother, fully engaged in the life of her children, knows without question that her son is doing what he wants, what he believes, and what is necessary.  He will sacrifice all if required, knowing it is his duty, sensing it is what he was born to do.  She lives for nothing more than to know of his safety.  Combat and all that comes with it are a part of their lives now.

This friend and mother of a soldier live every day with two objectives.  First, she awakes every morning offering words of prayer for the safety of those who have dedicated their lives to protect ours.   Knowing now more than any other time, there is a Creator, and this Divine source will help, even if it is only for comfort.  Second, as she retires to bed each night, she thanks Deity for another day passing without “the black car” driving up the driveway delivering news from the field.

We praise and honor those who serve our country.  We pray for their safety and well-being.  We know with certainty; it is our freedoms they protect.  Me, I know now, after looking into the soul of a mother; there are some who give more.  They, the mothers, will argue differently; I know better.

To the mothers of our service men and women, “Thank you!”  We are with you, praying for your children’s protection, peace, and safety. Hoping your rewards in life will be all you yearn for.

May I personally acknowledge you for giving more than I could, more than I had known possible, and more than what has been described as “the ultimate sacrifice?”

I know mothers will remain noble; may peace, comfort, and understanding be yours.  Let those you have brought into the world receive recognition, love, and respect.  May the hope and inspiration we receive from you be given back tenfold; it is we who have benefited through your gift.


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9 Responses to Who has given more?

  1. Heidi says:

    Thank you Jaren from the bottom of my soul!

  2. Jaren says:

    Heidi it is my honor! I am still touched by your love and dedication. You live in spirit and it emanates to those around you.

  3. Lisa (Armymommax2) says:


    Thank you for writing this. What we give freely was never ours..they are God’s Children..It is up to us as Americans and Mothers to Pray and support those who lay it all on the line, everyday on the battlefield and at home. Your written words ring so very true, and from my heart…I humbly thank you…L

  4. Tricia says:

    Jaren, You have such insight… thank you for this post! You have no idea how much comfort these words bring


  5. Denise says:

    Wow, Jaren! Thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart! My son just got back from Afghanistan at the end of May. He lost his very best army buddy and roommate last August. This story is just so real. I never knew what families went through until I found myself going through it. I have no control over anything, except my prayer life. I can go to God anytime, day or night, and tell him how I feel. My son had to get help because it was so hard for him to go on. His buddy’s family is a tremendous support for him and I am so glad that we can be so close to them. My heart breaks everyday knowing the roles could easily be reversed and I just hope and pray that I would be the type of person that his mother has been. She has blessed me beyond measure. I just hurt for her. When we were heading down for the funeral, I asked myself….what can I possibly say to this sweet mother, who just lost her son who is the same age as mine? And you know what, she made it so easy. Yes, soldiers do sacrifice, if not their lives, their hearts. My son is forever changed, but at least he has this family and they have each other. It is so hard to be a soldier’s mother, but I am so proud to be one. I have grown so much and have so much love for all of those families. Thanks again!! Your heart is very special!


    • Jaren says:

      Denise I couldn’t finish reading your comments w/out shedding tears and getting through the emotion/spirit you carry. Know these are words which came through me, from a higher source, as I participated in a miracle. Heidi(the mother) showed me what true love and devotion are in her eyes. It is something I will never forget. Thank you for reading and commenting, it is what makes writing worthwhile 🙂

  6. Sheryl says:

    Thank you for your insight and your willingness to express what you saw in the heart of a military mom. I never gave much thought to what it meant to have a child serving until my son joined a little over a year ago. Without prayer and faith in God I would not have made it through his first deployment and my heart hurts too for those whose children do not return. Please keep writing, you truly have a gift for touching hearts.

  7. Heidi says:

    Jaren my dear friend, I am humbled again by your words and prayers! I read this everyday of my life. Yes I carry the original copy with me. Thank you so much for your love a support! My God bless you and your family! I love you guys very much!


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