I feel blessed. We feel blessed. That’s the word that keeps coming up when we talk about recent events. Here’s how it went down. Last Friday I opened up my Facebook page to see if there was any status change with my son who is serving his second tour in Afghanistan with the 82nd Airborne. That’s one of the few ways I’m able to keep up with my son. There was a post to his wife that read, “Call me when you can, I have some news.” We have had all kinds of bad news from Afghanistan in the pass. News like your son has been hit by an IED (Improvised Explosive Devise), your son has been in a rocket attack, we regret to inform you, but SGT ___________ was killed today (implying when you hear the rumors your son is still alive), and your son’s deployment is being extended another three months. When you have a family member who serves in the military you experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Deployments really stink and are incredibly hard for many reasons.
Okay, back to the story. She (my daughter-n-law) was able to get in touch with him and in about ten minutes my phone rang. It was Kristina. I couldn’t understand what she was saying. She was obviously emotional. The news…my son was needed back at Bragg for some kind of assignment and in a matter of hours he would begin his long journey out of a war zone. I couldn’t believe my ears. Within three hours he had completed his paperwork and had his new orders in his hands. You talk about an unexpected game changer.
Bottom line, as I write this my son is somewhere in the Middle East getting debriefed and making the long trip home. My son won’t be home by Memorial Day, but it won’t be long afterwards. That’s why we feel blessed. When he does arrive we will once again be at the Green Ramp where hero’s return to their love ones.
We are grateful to God for all of troops, especially those who are deployed. We are especially sad and indebted to those who have given their lives for our freedom.
We are grateful and blessed that for now our son will be returning home in a few short day two-and-a-half months early. In a few months he will be exiting the Army after serving four years, being deployed to Afghanistan fifty percent of that time.
What is he going to do? He is going to soak in the sun on a really hot day, go to bed each evening with his new wife, have a cup of coffee on his deck and watch the sun rise over the lake, entertain friends on the weekend, work through the week, have me two or three grandkids, ride motorcycles in the North Georgia Mountains, attend church on the weekends, run a marathon or two, take some classes, and enjoy the freedom for which he gave so much.
He will never be the same and nor will we, but at the end of the day we are BLESSED.