No pictures today. I was going about my day. Got up for the day, fed Ransom, Breakfast and off to work. I talk with Eric about 6:30 am and Chelsey about 8:00 am. Going through the day with the daily routine. I work in the back of the airport hangar (Chelsey calls it the ghetto of the hangar). I had walked up front to bring some filing and noticed a couple at the window. So I asked, “What’s up?” the response,” They’re bring that guy home from Iraq”….
I walked outside and stood on by the runway. There wind chills were in the teens, it was 25 degrees, -- no coat--but there was no way I was walking off. I stood there out of respect. I saw the color guard. I was OK. I observed the casket with the red, white, and blue covering it. I was dealing with it. I heard the cadence, saw others saluting, I felt heavy hearted. I when I heard the cries of family members twenty feet away, I grieved. My heart broke for them.
But this day, this entry is not about me, it’s about the family of this fallen soldier…my heart, my prayers go out to them. I can even imagine what they are going through. The strength your faith must have to carry on after something like that.