Today a warrior was laid to rest. He lived imperfectly, as we all do. He died with dignity and honor as we all hope to.

He insisted that he was a fortunate son. As such, he fought hard for his country, charging death’s door with a broad, wounded shoulder–but it stood fast. It gave him time to prepare before it opened. Within that preparation the warrior sought to heal with inclusion even as he used exclusion as a sword.

He fought a noble, courageous fight and did not, would not, capitulate to expediency. He was better than that. Yes, better than this.  He demanded better of himself.

And so should we.

God’s Mercy, John McCain.

Thank you.