...a mother's goodbye. He left today, 21 years old and headed to the plane, back to serve his time for this country as a good man does. She stood at the gate, unable to go any further, watching him walk away...knowing it could very well be for the last time. When, in this world, in our generation did things get this bad? Why are we sending our sons and daughters over there, to defend others? Is there no end to this war? These were questions that ran through her head as she kept up a brave face, told him she loved him and that she was so damn proud of him, hugged him tightly and knew that this moment had to last her a year. Memories of his life, from the small infant that fit in the crook of your arm, to the young man all proud to attend his first day of Kindergarten...the young image of him just after passing his drivers test, walking to see her in his cap and gown, putting on the fatigues for the first time and seeing him graduate basic training. A brief life that has such potential, such promise, and yet he is selfless enough to go and protect his own, his family and country, from something far greater than even he could imagine. This is the personal face of war, the honest and basic truth, and it is in all of us. Agree or not with our being over there...it is a fact and bringing them home is not the cry that should go up, for they all come home...we want them to all come home safe to our waiting arms, our tearfilled eyes and our overflowing hearts...safe and sound to us once and for all. This will be the longest year of our lives, and I count the days until I can see that young man take the reverse trip down from that plane and home again...God Bless you Scott...be safe, be smart and for heavens sake, be careful. I will see you in Hawaii, next year, to bring you home.
Until next time...
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