Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I have a friend of 22 years who came home safely from Afghanistan yesterday. He crewed on a C-130 gunship and spent over a year doing so. Yesterday he came home to a large contingent of friends and relatives. He has a family of 3 waiting for him, a wife and 2 children, ages 8 and 12. From what I understand, the airport reunion was touching and there probably wasn't a dry eye in the group when 8 year old Cyndi exclaimed as she ran to him and jumped into his arms:
MY DADDY'S HOME, MY DADDY'S HOME....
Well, unfortunately there wasn't any video shot of the event but there is one video I want to show you.
As I am both a war veteran and someone who has waited for someone to come home from war, I know the feelings that prevail within. Sure you tuck that worry and fear deep inside you and try to go on day to day, but you always keep hope and you always prepare for that day that someone is going to tell you something horrible that will change your life forever.
blather and mumbling provided by Ken Starks at 5:13 AM