Relief abounds inside my heart as I watched them march into the gym.
I could finally take a breath without fear for them.
My Young Soldiers who made their way into my heart prior to Iraq.
Floutier or Monty tall and thin but smiles and hugs.
Bray the one who held pressure on V's wound even though he knew it hurt him.
Fergie the young idealistic man who has changed his views on Bush.
LaTu the one who accidentally shot the First Sgt, still smiling.
Massey cheesing it up for the cameras, making sure he looked snappy.
Beveridge who returned to Mosul after his own injuries healed.
And last but not least.
Farmer and Villanueva the injured souls who bore guilt at being sent home.
Honored Soldiers.
Ltc. Erik Kurilla, standing brave on crutches, wearing boots that his wife frowned at.
Remembering with tears in my eyes that so many didn't return home marching.
The ones that were lost.
Standing taller because I was graced to know these men and their wives.
They battled side by side, and return stronger, and proud.
Proud to serve with one another and call each other Brother.
And I just stood Thanking God that some came home at all.
God Bless America..
And the 1/24 Infantry Brigade Stryker Brigade Combat Team
that has a place forever embedded in my heart.
Welcome Home Soldiers.. We missed each and everyone of you..
Adding your comment:
.. Thank You my Lovely Aunt for all the time you have spenting listening about my other family..
