And the countdown begins to Invictus Games 2020 in the Hague.
It still amazes me that a small germ of an idea by one person when nurtured and watered and cared for by people drawn into the germ of an idea grows large enough to bear fruit and the seeds of that fruit spreads further and further with each season that passes. So have the Invictus Games grown and I sincerely believe that all of us who have watched the wonderful and hospitable job that Australia has done in hosting these games, have come away from it with a renewed sense of appreciation that we, as humans, have an unquenchable spirit that can overcome any challenges our lives throw at us.
We look to our wounded athletes that have set examples for us not only in thanks for their service but also as heroes that lead the way to showing us that we can do *anything* if we set our minds to it.
Perhaps someday there will be no more Invictus Games. I hope so with the only reason being that there are no more Invictus Games because there are no more hurt, maimed, wounded and sick warriors because of combat.
