I am busy with school fundraising, which invariably, for me, involves baking. I had an unscheduled trip to the supermarket this evening for extra supplies, with my youngest child in the the car. We twice passed the growing ranks of people standing in subdued groups along our local stretch of road, furled standards with glimpses of gold, dark jackets among summer finery.
"Are those people waiting for the queen?" he piped from the back seat.
"No" i explain, "they are waiting for special soldiers"
"They are coming home" I said, praying that he doesn't ask any more questions as I think of mothers and sons while weeping massive, silent tears on my steering wheel.
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They passed me this evening.
Beyond that, I won't even try to articulate it.
Those amazing men and women deserve nothing but the best welcome home... I am so grateful to the people of Wootton Bassett and beyond for doing this, albeit far too often.
Let's hope it ends soon.
In America, in small and large towns, but mostly small ones, the whole place turns out for a soldier's funeral. Hell's Angels line the road, to keep the idiot religious nuts out of the way and the next day another parent sees their child off to fight in Afghanistan.
The front page of the NY Times Sunday had a picture of a soldier holding his child while his wife leaned into him, sitting on the floor, just befor he left. It is heart breaking.
:-( I wish I had more to add -- normally I do -- but some things are best left succinct.
You said it perfectly.
Pearl
I agree with Charlene. Without warriors the world would be a terrible place. Hold those up that are wiling to fight for freedom, no matter the color or creed of those freed, and spit on those opposed.
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