My friend R came home from Kuwait yesterday. He really came home... not for a visit, not a furlogh... home!
I was at work at the bank and I noticed that there was a local policeman at the corner directing traffic in the cold downpour. He looked miserable... He had a part of the intersection completely blocked off, and only allowed traffic to flow through from one direction. I watched... waited... wondered... Then it occured to me. My friend R was due in from Kuwait soon and this is the town where his guard unit is posted, where he shipped from. Sure enough after a few moments, three Ohio State Troopers came through, lights on, then another police car, and another, and another.. it was a caravan and police from various area communities. They were escorting two large charter buses bringing ym friend and his entire unit home. It made me about cry, watching the soldiers stand up in the busses and salute the wet policeman out there in the cold rain directing traffic... He stood there and saluted those troops. It was incredible!
I am just so grateful that I got only a little taste of the military experience, with my friend in Kuwait. I am so glad he is home safe. I am so grateful I got to witness the scene of their return. I am so grateful that we give them such a VIP trip home. I am so grateful to be in America.