Shouldn't each life be sacred?

Yesterday, I went to the moving wall. It's a travelling memorial for the men who have died or who are still missing in action. It was jaw-dropping how many names were displayed. I hadn't even heard of anyone listed on the wall, so I didn't cry or feel any tragic emotion because of it, but it made me think. Those people were willing to give up their lives for their country, and we hardly take the time to glance at their names. I know that I didn't read through each name. Every once in a while one would catch my eye, because their name was particularly funky. Other than that, nothing. I felt so... heartless. These people who have died in war, who were brave enough to fight, who left their families behind... I hardly think twice about them. What's tragic is how we take for granted the lives of these soldiers. To me, they were just jumbled letters of the alphabet. To someone else, they were a husband, a son, a father, a friend. I can't even begin to express how deeply that thought hurts me. And as I walked by those names, completely ignorant to the lives led by those listed, I felt honored. In the presence of a memorial of such honorable people, I should. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is... thank-you to all who have served, or those of you who are willing to serve at some point in the future. I wish I could join the military, but I don't think they'd let me in considering my health. I love our country, but sometimes we take each individual life for granted. Each life is sacred...
God bless everyone!
<3