…and sometimes they don’t make it back – The Chopping Block: Boys.
Shannon’s post today once again brought home how truly blessed I am. When my son, Chris first told me he was joining the Army, my thoughts and emotions ran the gamut: pride; “it’ll be good for him”; concern; – for the first couple of years while he was stateside it wasn’t bad. But when his unit deployed, “old man worry” really settled in.
My son served two deployments in Iraq – the first was spent writing letters back and forth and waiting for the occasional (often missed the first time) phone call. Bated breath and prayer were constant companions. By the end of his first tour he had access to instant messaging, so we were able to stay in closer touch.
His second deployment ran longer than originally scheduled, but we got him home whole.He’s serving in the reserves now, living with us and back in school. So you see what I mean by “truly blessed”.
For those that didn’t make it home safely –
“Go rest high on that mountain – Son, your work on earth is done”
– and to their families, my heartfelt condolences.