As I look around the airport giving my sister and her fellow soldiers one last wave goodbye I couldn’t help but think of one thing.

War.

War is a complicated thing. Whether it's a cold hearted, millions of lives lost, bloodied war to a simple conflict that’s resolved in a matter of a few meetings, no one likes them.

I think it’s especially worse when you have someone you are related to or close to is in the army or national guard, or air force, or any other unit out there that helps in time of need. You never truly know what’s happening when they're out there and what they go through. You never truly know.

At this point my mind wanders to another thing.

Veterans.

What were they going through?

How were they coping?

Who's helping them?

Taking care of our veterans is a cost of war. If you can spend six trillion dollars sending people to war, you can spend a few billion dollars taking care of them when they come home.

And then my mind goes to the time I saw an old, homeless man sleeping on that park bench with a veteran hat on.

What was his story?

Why was no one helping him?

That old, homeless man once served for our country. He risked his life so we could be where we are today. We don’t know what he has been through and we do not know what he is going through now. He served for our country and what do we do?

We let him live on the streets, going hungry and cold. He doesn’t know where his next meal is coming from. He doesn’t hear the encouraging words of people trying to help him, he can only hear the sound of his stomach complaining because of his empty stomach. When was his last decent meal, he asks himself over and over. The only word he has become accustomed to.

Hunger.

And then you have the people who give them a hard time for getting simple things like a military discount. What’s wrong with that? They fought for the country we live in today and we can’t get them a 10% off discount?

They shouldn’t get special treatment? Why not? Without people joining the army to fight for you, you wouldn’t be where you are today. And yeah, for some it was their choice to join the army but not for all.

In World War Two all male civilians between the ages of 18 and 25 were required to register so that a draft can be readily resumed if needed. 16.1 million soldiers served in World War Two.

As of Jan. 31, there were close to 1.4 million people serving in the U.S. armed forces.

The base salary for low-ranking service members can start as low as $18,800 a year. 23,000 active duty service members received food stamps in 2013. That's over

$84 million worth of food stamps were used in military commissaries. And now, $5 billion dollars is being cut to those food stamp prices.

What has become of our world that we are letting the people who once saved our lives go hungry?

What would become of my sisters?

Are they going to be thrown into battle along with the many other soldiers? As much as they prepare you for it, you're never truly prepared.

PTSD

Depression

Suicidal thoughts

Hopelessness about the future

The chance of becoming handicapped

Can they truly prepare you for those things?

Would my sister's become that person sleeping on the bench not knowing where her next meal would come from?

Would she become just another nameless veteran that people glare at for sleeping on a park bench?

So, as I wave goodbye to the people who are going off to fight for me and the rest of our country I remember one final quote,

I'm sorry people do bad things like this to you, especially to good people, like you- One Tree Hill