Monologue of a Medal

It’s an honor to be pinned here.

Salutes make my gold bar shine. Don’t ya think?

It’s bittersweet though. . . this moment.

Do you like my ribbon?

It has a story in it. . . a bittersweet chronicle of a person’s moment in time where instincts to cherish a life was more important to self-interest.

The place I rest is with the living but most instances. . . means people have died.

Can you see my colors clearly? Their symbolism?

Red for valor – I know it usually means blood, but I hate it when people say that red is a violent symbol – blood’s a natural element – part of the human condition. . . for me it represents beauty in the powerful and courageous actions of the person who wears my ribbon.

When people get all up into it’s political meaning, they steal its true value?

My white’s faith and purity. . . always a favorite. . . but really, I at moments question whether anything can really be that pure.

I suppose giving a life for a life is that pure love.

The ultimate selflessness.

But then people take the blue and use that as a means to debunk my value. . . caused controversy. . .using it as some political end to defend a political view.

Blue lives…black lives…yellow lives representing lived lives. . . yes. . . things endured. . . but all that steels my ribbon’s reminder of the courage and valor that made my medal represent a saved life.

My cross, held by these ribbons represent that act of protecting against the enemy of the state.

Protecting against those in our community that live to hate and hate to love all equal.

Resting on this chest of bravery and determination is my greatest honor because this person protects us from those hateful actors.

I represent what’s best in a person because this man or woman without thought took action. . . a selfless headstrong action into danger.

It saddens me when people throw us away. . . or stomp on us as if trying to blot out the actions of madmen.

Saving a life in wartime is not a symbol of hate.

My ribbon is not political.

It represents sacrifice…honoring a moment of selflessness.

A son…lost…a daughter…lost…the defense of a greater good.

There is value in it.

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