April 30, 2010
Supper with a Hero
As an Army wife, you quickly learn that living in on post military housing is always an opportunity to learn. My 8 year old neighbor and military child Katherine Birdsong was at our house admiring our Christmas Tree with our son John Jr. I was busy in the kitchen preparing supper when I heard her say, “and tonight we will be eating supper with a hero.” I smiled as I thought about her Dad, LTC Birdsong with Task Force Lightening, returning today along with the rest of his unit. Then I realized that due to a delay the soldiers would not be home til after midnight. What hero I thought to myself? I hadn’t heard on the news or paper about any hero’s coming to our post.
So I popped my head in the living room and asked her, “so I hear your eating with a hero tonight. Who is it?”
Katherine stood up with the twinkling of Christmas Tree lights behind her, clasped her hands together and then asked “Ms Murray do you know SPC Harris?”
Before I could answer she looked down and said in a solemn voice, “he was a soldier with my Dad. But he won’t be coming home tonight. He died in Afghanistan.” Silence filled the air. Katherine said, “tonight after midnight my Dad comes home and all the other soldiers come home but SPC Harris isn’t.” I could feel the tears began to fill my eyes and the large lump in my throat.
Yeah. Me too.
Posted by Cassandra at April 30, 2010 09:30 AM
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That's just beautiful. Thanks for posting the link.
Posted by: Miss Ladybug at April 30, 2010 10:21 AM
Me three. Wow.
Posted by: Carrie at April 30, 2010 10:21 AM
Gulp. Now I'm tearing up. Chicken soup sounds perfect. The difficult we do immediately, the impossible ... the bravery of children.
Posted by: htom at April 30, 2010 12:30 PM