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Child of a soldier

I was flying with my good friend Ryan Gill to Vermont to get our British Ferret up and running to be shipped to Fayetteville. If you remember in a former article, I shared about how we found this beautiful British vehicle which is a collector’s dream. More on this when the trucking company rolls it into the driveway. (I may need a good couch to sleep on for a few weeks, maybe months.)

On the Delta flight I was sitting next to a sharp looking young soldier headed for Iraq when I noticed the flight attendant stop and talk to him. I couldn’t help but hear her say that a man had given up his seat in the first class section of the plane for him. The young soldier was a humble man who told the flight attendant that he didn’t want any special treatment. I then leaned over to him and said, “Young man, you deserve this, take it.” He then stood up and started toward the newly assigned seat when the plane all broke out in applause. There were many moist eyes for the next few minutes.

My newly married daughter Nikki is finishing up her teaching degree in Shreveport, La., and will join her new husband at Vance Air Force Base, Okla. She sent me this poem which describes the life of many of our soldiers and their familes. It is entitled “Child of a Soldier.”

“My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere.

I grew up with the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family-

With no dependence on the dwelling.

Mobility is my way of life. Some would wonder about roots,Yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.

Travel has taught me to be open. Shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.

Farewells are never easy. Yet even in sorrow comes strength and ability to face tomorrow with anticipation; and when I leave one place, I feel that half of my world is left behind. I also know that the other half is still waiting to be met.

Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many. Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope and that they will meet again.

Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review.

As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand in honor of all soldiers, And most especially, to the parents whose life created mine ... Because of this I have shared in the rich heritage OF ARMY LIFE!”

~Anonymous~

Our new church is finished.  

Our New Church website is under construction due to our new building. When completed, you can view it at: www.hishousecommunitychurch.com

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