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You pick him up, brush him off, his tears, hug his cheers. Then one day, all too soon, this
boy up and confidently speaks those words 'Duty, Honor, and Country'. I wonder where
he learned words, a knowing parent proudly smiles; For now God controls his future miles.
A boy, almost man, proudly wears his new wings as he flys his to Afghanistan. A parent
a weak-kneed good-bye too proud for words, I can not lie.
Minutes become hours, days become years and months an eternity. An occasional satellite
the Middle East just to say "hello" and "I'm all right". These few minutes spent creates such
a light.
The flicker from the computer monitor on the ceiling; oh, it must be 3 am again, what a
feeling. Get up to for breaking news; 2nd time tonight, that's not so bad. And I'll bet I'm
not the worried Dad.
What's this I read; a skirmish in Afghanistan? Not much I'll have to wait. No sleep tonight -
it would be late. A Texas based cargo plane misses the zone; no one knows why; no one
blames. The pallets down in the river; there are no flames. With a heavy heart the
commander reacts; must those pallets; we must all act.
I'll go, I'll go, go, I'll go too. Three fine young boys, almost men; and one brave young girl,
someone's daughter. four brave heroes depart on their fateful mission. Rapidly swept
downstream, too far to have known. They crossed that invisible line where the has
grown. Gunfire out; all are wounded; rescue team needed; Secure that area with extreme
heeded; More gunfire and several combatants are lost; all enemy insurgents - their
ultimate cost. The commander announces a priority mission; retrieve our wounded and get
safe. Get in get use the quickest route.
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. Four young boys, almost men; prepare their to fly across
that invisible line. Loaded nurses, medics and special forces too, they land on a newly
acquired airstrip, everywhere for a clue.
Load up the wounded; three young boys, men and one brave girl, someone's daughter.
Job well done; God's speed out; come on C130 - hurry the pace- the is on, it's a life
race.
But the master plan is mystifying; all four wounded heroes lose their battle for life.
Their land fine and heroes they are; But God takes their soles on a journey afar
This C130 crew, now strong men, are back in Bagram and in their canvas den; And on the
phone you hear - tell you anything Dad - but check the news. We are all safe; all our crews
But sets of parents got that horrific news. And it occurred to me how much they too must
hate Breaking News.
God our Heroes

by Jim Portale, Sr May 2010
In honor of our men & women serving their country past, and future