Going Home

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by ryang, Nov 2, 2006.

  1. ryang

    ryang Well-Known Member

    Blacklick, Ohio
    This is a great read


    I’m wearing my Class A uniform, waiting on flight number 4505.
    The plane will pick me up in New York and deposit me in Philadelphia, where I will meet an old Army friend;
    together we’ll travel to a special ceremony.
    My polyester uniform does not breathe well; on a long trip I begin to offend those around me.
    The tie chokes me: like a man noosed for execution.
    My luggage strap tears at my ribbons, scattering them on the dirty floor.
    I am choking.
    As I make my way to Gate 28, a vet from The Greatest Generation walks up to me.
    He and his wife would like to buy me lunch.
    I thank the man for serving our country and add that it is I who should buy him lunch,
    Then remember: I am waiting for Dave to come home from Iraq.
    The old vet nods understandingly, we look into each other’s eyes, shake hands, and I disappear to be alone.
    While I sit in the empty gate (I am early) CNN reports that a suicide bomb went off in Tal-Afar.
    Tal-Afar is near Mosul, where Dave was stationed.
    I think, “These are the times to say ‘I’m sorry’ to those who matter most.”
    I wait for Dave in silence.
    My only companions are a tired stewardess and CNN—broadcasting to no one.
    A woman in a two-piece suit comes up to me.
    Reflexively I reply: “Yes, Ma’am”
    She informs me that Dave is waiting for me in the cargo area.
    The gate slowly fills; the gazes multiply.
    I can’t stop it.
    A flood I have sought to suppress washes down my face.
    Stares crowd closer…I can barely see them, yet I feel them.
    They suffocate me.
    A man in a suit waiting to board “First Class” casually reads the sports section of a newspaper,
    tossing aside the front page aside: “Suicide Bomber Kills Four in Mosul.”
    I don’t need to read the story because I know the picture too well.
    I also know that the press probably mailed in the story from the comfort of a hotel suite, ignoring the details.
    I want to tell this man that while he lounges in “First Class” my friend Dave lies in cargo.
    What will I say to his wife Cindy when I meet her?
    Words and thoughts swirl around my head, but I can’t locate anything.
    All I feel is grief, and Cindy does not need me to cry on her shoulder.
    There are no Army manuals to instruct me on what to do. I am at a loss.
    I am the escort officer who is taking my fallen comrade home for the last time.

    —For Dave: Rest Easy, Brother. MAJ Zoltan Krompecher, October 1st, 2005
  2. Pastor E

    Pastor E New Member

    Beebe AR
    Deep it hurts sad its happing every day we lose our BEST:too_sad:

  3. smokey

    smokey New Member

    Thankx brother Gary. I would write more but it seems I have somthing in my eyes and cant see.smokey
  4. trnsmsn

    trnsmsn New Member

    Missouri Originally Now I
    Gary, may your friend Dave rest in peace. God will bless his soul for what he ultimately gave protecting our country.
  5. bluejay

    bluejay Well-Known Member

    Napoleon, Mo.
    Thank you for the post. Makes ya stop and think about it even though it is happening every day.
  6. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

    That is a story that unfortuantly is very real.I'm proud to be an American but I am terribly sorry that men and women have to die in order for me to say that.May God Bless them and rest their souls!:cry:
  7. TomV

    TomV New Member

    Warsaw, Missouri
    Great read. Didn't go the way I expected it to and it was very sad.

    Thanks for the post.
  8. ryang

    ryang Well-Known Member

    Blacklick, Ohio
    I didnt want to make it look like it was me it wasnt, I thought it was very thoughtfull. Just to make things square I have never had the priviledge of doing such duty.
  9. r ward

    r ward New Member

    Kathleen G
    What a feling has just come over me along with chill bumps Thanks for the awakening