When Andrew came home from the jungle, his face had been so badly burned in a helicopter crash that there were few recognizable features.
His wife and parents had braced themselves for his return. But his biggest fear was how his seven year old daughter would respond.
It was cold and wet in the jungle. Hell lurked everywhere.
But you kept moving. Searching for the invisible enemy.
My solace was thoughts of home. Some one waited for me.
She wrote,she prayed, she cried and hoped for the day I would step off the plane onto American soil.
We left to fight together and came home from war together.
His family meet us both when the plane landed. He got off first with honors. I got off after him. I carried his personal belongings.
His family greeted us both as if we were the same person.
His mom kissed me. His...
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Say thank you.
Thank a veteran for their time because they took their time to keep us free.
Thank a widow, a wife, a child of someone who did not come back. Tell them they will never be forgotten.
She waited for me as long as she could. She was ill. I was at war.
She was at war to with diabetes.
I saw here for alive for the last time when I was home. We both knew it wasn't long before we parted from each other on earth.
The question was who would be first. But we...