Let the Flag Forever Fly For the Free and the Brave

If you listen to the media, you think the men and women deployed during the war are coming home from the middle east.  This isn’t the entire truth as the families of Louisiana National Guard are saying good-bye to their sons, daughters, husbands and wives today.  They’re headed to Kuwait.  Their prime objective is to rebuild.  They are trained as infantry, nonetheless. The unit my son is part of is the 844th from West Monroe, Louisiana.  Our community is a small suburban area of Northeast Louisiana with few industries and a lot of pride in who we are and what we believe in.  We love our country and our men and women are proud to serve.

My blog site is usually full of the latest information on writing and my books.  Today, I’ve set aside my usual posts for one that’s very near and dear to my heart.  As I stand today and watch my son leave, knowing I will not see him for a year, my heart is breaking.  The flags fly and folks blow their car horns.  The caravan of trucks pull out and head to their destination as men hang from every opening, yelling and whistling. We all wave and smile through the tears because we’re so proud of their selfless devotion to keeping us safe.  It’s an emotional moment I will never forget.  This is the stuff life is made of and you come to realize what is truly important as you watch this scene play out.  For all over our great country, the same thing happens over and over again.  We are Americans and we are proud to serve.  Let the flag forever fly for the free and the brave.

My oldest son wrote a special salute to his little brother.  I want to share his words with you here.

So today my younger brother is being deployed to Kuwait for what we have been told is 1 year. He leaves behind a loving wife, and two beautiful children (3 and 5+ months). I ask you to pray, if you will, for not only his safety, but for all who’ve made the decision to serve our country in the military to protect our freedoms. I also ask you to pray for the family members left behind to keep moving forward with life. I ask you pray for God to remind them of his presence, their internal strength, and that he brings nothing to our lives that he thinks we cannot handle. May God speak to all of these troops/protectors of our nation, and say to them “I am with you always”. Thank you for this selfless gesture. God Bless America and its troops.

God’s speed to all our troops.  We look to next year when we will hold you in our arms again.

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Friday Fatigues Edition

Friday Fatigues Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.  Thanks to my writing pal, Candi Wall for this post.

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Love a man in fatigues? This prompt is for you.

Tell me about our soldier. Who is he? Where is he? In enemy territory? What’s with the intense stare?What’s he thinking? Is he a mercenary? Did he just complete a secret operation? Speaking of details, what do you think the rope is for? Why is he dirty? And more importantly, is he going commando?

Come on, you clever little devils, you. Let’s hear your take.

Share your ideas in the comments.  Don’t be shy!  Here’s my muse’s idea of Charlie Walters –

A Free Swingin’ D**k from Alabama

Charlie Walters, a second tour sergeant of the USMC, is taking a PT to get the rocks and dirt out of his boot and expose his tired ass to some air. ‘PT’ is personal time for you civilians. Yes, he’s going commando, not only because the air feels better on his parched hide,  but because he’s always been a free swinger as his ‘bros’ would call the preference.

Sergeant Walters has seen his share of combat while stationed in Afghanistan, however, he’s been lucky so far and dodged the bullets flying at his unit.  The wind blows with a vengeance through the canyons and down the slopes of this desolate country.  He wears it like armor against the unrelenting sun to protect him from the enemy as well as the elements. The rope is for climbing and securing a man when the trail is twenty feet straight up. To Charlie, the climb is just another part of his sixteen hour days on patrol.

He wears the look of a man who’s been through hell and emerged by the skin of his teeth.  Unscathed physically doesn’t include what he’s seen, heard and felt.  Those wounds will live with him from now on.  Given the opportunity, he’d rather not share the pain, nor would he hide from the memories.  Yeah, Charlie’s just a free swingin’ d**k from south Alabama clocking off his time until he can hop that bird that will see him home.

“Roger that and out.”