Just as I don’t know anyone who fought and died in battle, I don’t know anyone who has died from the virus, or who provides medical services to its victims. All I have to go on is words and images. I’m not foolish enough to believe that’s enough for any real understanding.
What I think I can say is that to go to a hospital every day with inadequate protective equipment and try to save lives takes every bit as much courage and strength as facing enemy bullets. And so I offer my thanks to both groups this year, and hope that circumstances will put both out of business in the years to come.