and I'll remember you when the world forgets your name

A friend of a friend is a POW.

He’s currently behind held somewhere in the Middle East.

He’s been there since July, and the months have been passing too quickly. His name? PFC Bowe Bergdahl. I check their blog every day, hoping for news of a young man I never knew, and probably never will. But he deserves to come home. He’s a soldier who is willing to give his life for his country.

Bill Clinton worked to save two journalists only months ago. I’m not about to discuss politics—this isn’t the place and I don’t have enough patience. But what about the soldier who left all he knew to serve his country? What about him?

Is anyone looking for him? Is anyone working to rescue him, save him from a certain death? And what hurts is that I know that if he isn’t dead yet, he will be soon. That’s how terrorists operate.

In my heart, I know that the Army is looking for him. I know that because despite the wrong things the military and government may be guilty of, one thing remains: no man is left behind. I feel like it is just so unfair that someone with such apparently great power would stop with two journalists. Don’t get me wrong—I’m glad they were saved. I just hope that someone is looking for this young man too.

And I pray that when they do, it won’t be too late.