The Long Ride Home
You really must read this post at Firepower Forward...
http://bdelapla.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-ride-home.html
Two people standing alone but very near me watched the procession, unmoving and in silence for the nearly 20 minutes I stood on that ramp. Instinctively, I knew that it was the CJSOTF commander and his Sergeant Major and when our escort thankfully turned us around to return to the terminal for a few minutes, this instinct was confirmed when I caught a glimpse of their name tags and ranks.
Thinking back, I’m not sure why I did it or if I would do it again, but I was surprised to see my hand tugging at the commander’s sleeve. When he turned to face me I saw the trails of tears glistening on his cheeks, and I could say only “Sir, I’m sorry for your loss.” Words failed him but were unnecessary as he reached out and squeezed my shoulder before I started my walk back to the terminal.
http://bdelapla.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-ride-home.html
Two people standing alone but very near me watched the procession, unmoving and in silence for the nearly 20 minutes I stood on that ramp. Instinctively, I knew that it was the CJSOTF commander and his Sergeant Major and when our escort thankfully turned us around to return to the terminal for a few minutes, this instinct was confirmed when I caught a glimpse of their name tags and ranks.
Thinking back, I’m not sure why I did it or if I would do it again, but I was surprised to see my hand tugging at the commander’s sleeve. When he turned to face me I saw the trails of tears glistening on his cheeks, and I could say only “Sir, I’m sorry for your loss.” Words failed him but were unnecessary as he reached out and squeezed my shoulder before I started my walk back to the terminal.
posted by Outlaw 13 at 16:18
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