Sitting in the Huntsville Airport, I witnessed a scene that probably takes place often in America.
There was a young soldier saying goodbye to his family as he prepared to go through the TSA en route to his next duty assignment in the Middle East.
His wife and young son were there to say goodbye.
Friends were there as well as family to give him a proper send off.
Their job was to be encouraging and even enthusiastic as he left for the perils of war.
His job was to reassure them that he would be back.
“See you again before too long. Hey, no worries. I am going to a place where they serve cocktails with little umbrellas in them!”
I felt guilty and frivolous having my lunch with a glass of merlot before I boarded.
My trip would be home to Oregon. My biggest concern was the weather when I landed.
Thank you ma’am
As luck would have it, he was called back to the check-in counter due to a problem with his luggage.
This was my chance.
In a small airport like Huntsville, there is only one entry to the TSA checkpoints.
I waited and watched.
When he returned sprinting to the TSA line, I stopped him.
“Thank you for your service”, I said.
To my surprise, I felt my eyes fill with tears.
He smiled took my hand and said, “Thank you ma’am. That means a lot to me.”
Come Home Soon
I don’t know his name. That’s OK.
He like so many other soldiers will be in my prayers.
Please come home soon.
Please come home as you went—whole, happy and positive.