Waiting at the airport. Waiting for the unknown. This may seem strange but I feel much better now than before. The chance to serve and contribute is comforting for me. I know there are my kids, my Mom, and my girlfriend who are concerned for my safety but they and my friends know that the cause is just and not taken lightly. There is a purpose. To have the opportunity to pay back in a small portion the benefits I have enjoyed is done without reservation. It is my privilege to be called and I hope that I'm up to the task, no matter what it is. To go into this affair and be anxious about what may happen is understating the fact that no one knows how long this operation to track down terrorists will take. While looking at the faces of the grieving victims' goes straight to my soul. And then I look at the children playing near the gate area – laughing and playing and running around – just being kids gives me hope that we can make this world safer for them. Not free from fear but free from terror. Hearing one little girl sing "Jesus Sure Knows How To Color" gives me enormous joy, knowing that little children have the wealth of hope in this world.
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