This post is being highlighted in today’s From the Front, but because it is such a wonderful post, and I know that my excerpt will not due it the justice it deserves, I am posting it here in its entirety. I do hope that bloggers of Army Live won’t mind.
By Ingrid Murray.
As an Army wife, you quickly learn that living in on post military housing is always an opportunity to learn. My 8 year old neighbor and military child Katherine Birdsong was at our house admiring our Christmas Tree with our son John Jr. I was busy in the kitchen preparing supper when I heard her say, “and tonight we will be eating supper with a hero.” I smiled as I thought about her Dad, LTC Birdsong with Task Force Lightening, returning today along with the rest of his unit. Then I realized that due to a delay the soldiers would not be home til after midnight. What hero I thought to myself? I hadn’t heard on the news or paper about any hero’s coming to our post.
So I popped my head in the living room and asked her, “so I hear your eating with a hero tonight. Who is it?”
Katherine stood up with the twinkling of Christmas Tree lights behind her, clasped her hands together and then asked “Ms Murray do you know SPC Harris?”
Before I could answer she looked down and said in a solemn voice, “he was a soldier with my Dad. But he won’t be coming home tonight. He died in Afghanistan.” Silence filled the air. Katherine said, “tonight after midnight my Dad comes home and all the other soldiers come home but SPC Harris isn’t.” I could feel the tears began to fill my eyes and the large lump in my throat.
“SPC Harris’s family is coming over to eat supper with our family.”
“So you’re having supper with a hero’s family but the hero won’t be there.” I said thinking she had just made a grammatical error.
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