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You pick him up, brush him off, wipe his tears, hug his cheers. Then one day, all too soon,
boy stands up and confidently speaks those words 'Duty, Honor, and Country'. I wonder
he learned those words, a knowing parent proudly smiles; For now God controls his miles.
A boy, almost man, proudly wears his new as he flys his C130 to Afghanistan. A parent
a weak-kneed good-bye too proud for words, I can not lie.
Minutes become hours, days years and months an eternity. An occasional satellite call
from the Middle East just to say "hello" and "I'm all right". These few spent creates such
a light.
The flicker from the computer monitor dances on the ceiling; oh, it must be 3 am again, a
feeling. Get up to check for breaking news; 2nd time tonight, that's not so bad. And bet I'm
not the only Dad.
What's this I read; a skirmish in Afghanistan? Not much detail; I'll have to wait. No tonight -
it would be late. A Texas based cargo misses the airdrop zone; no one knows why; no one
blames. The pallets splash down in the river; there are no flames. With a heavy the
reacts; must retrieve those pallets; we must all act.
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. Three fine young boys, 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 invisible line where the hostility 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 a priority mission; retrieve our wounded and get them
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
invisible line. Loaded with nurses, medics and special forces too, they land on a newly
acquired airstrip, looking for a clue.
up the wounded; three young boys, almost men and one brave girl, someone's daughter.
Job well done; God's speed out; come on C130 - hurry the pace- the pressure is on, a life
race.
But the master is sometimes mystifying; all four wounded heroes lose their battle for life.
bodies land fine and heroes they are; But God takes their soles on a journey afar
This C130 crew, now four strong men, are back in Bagram and in their canvas And on the
phone you hear - can't tell you anything Dad - but check the news. We are all all our crews
But four sets of parents got that horrific news. And it occurred to me how much too must
that Breaking News.
God our Heroes

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