While driving onto base today, I noticed the water table. Hadn't thought about why it was there, other than it was for runners or walkers, but why? Continued on with my errands. Once finished, I was headed back out the gate, along perimeter road. I noticed the bicycle at the end where I turn, then I saw them. I saw the men and women walking with their ruck sacks on in nearly 90 degree weather. I saw them in clusters, I saw them in ones and twos, then I saw the fireman in full gear. It only took a second for me to realize what and why, even less time for those unbidden tears to fall. POW MIA KIA Walk of Remembrance. Those walkers are walking to remember our lost and missing, our deceased and forever loved. They do not walk for attention or thanks, or for the glory. They walk to remind us someone is still waiting for remains, for the official notification to start their grieving, for the privilege to remember a hero. While I waved to let them know I see their reminder, my little girl is waving and saying, Good Guys, Good Guys, Momma. This time the tears flowed. I told her, yes, baby, those are the Good Guys, remembering the other Good Guys. She is only 2 and will not have any memory, but I will. I will and I will make sure that she knows and remembers too. She will know about the Good Guys, we hear them take off and land every day, we pass the base and she hollers, Good Guys, Bye-bye (cause she knows they are going to work), I tell her, yes, they're ALL the Good Guys! The ones that get those planes and helicopters in and out of the air, load the weapons, ship the packages, fix the plumbing, make sure the phones and computers work, heal the sick, clean the roads after a storm, make sure all the paperwork gets to the right place, ships our car, makes sure the grocery store has our food, sorts our mail, provides a place for us to play and bowl and watch movies, makes sure we have some place safe to worship, keeps our country safe, and protects our rights and freedoms, those my love, those are the Good Guys. The ones walking are reminding us of the Good Guys that are not here any longer, but they are still the Good Guys, in fact, they are the Greatest of the Good Guys and we will always remember the Good Guys. Never Forgotten, POW MIA KIA, you are the Good Guys, thank you, NEVER FORGOTTEN!
If we are friends on facebook, then you might have seen this. If we are not, I am sorry. I do not re-post this to draw any attention to me or my writing. I re-post this because my heart is full and heavy for those Good Guys, the ones not returning to their lives and loves. Those that have arms waiting for them, babies to be held, children to be kissed, spouses to be snuggled, parents to beam with pride, siblings to tease, grandparents to dote, memories to make and years to be lived, yet never will.
I am a military wife. I married the service. I knew the cost that might be exacted of me, and I married anyway. Our troops sign on the dotted line knowing what it might cost them and us, and they proudly serve, with honor and distinction. They serve knowing someone has to stand up to the face of tyrrany, oppression, and violated civil rights. They serve to keep war from our land and our homes. They serve whether they agree with the elected leaders or not, they serve to defend the Constitution and the rights it provides and protects.
The Bible states that there is no greater love than this, that a man lay down his life for a friend. It makes me think, is that a friend that you know, or is that any person? Its hard to die for those you love, even harder to die for those that hate you, or disrespect you. The death of each and everyone of our military members is sacred and should be honored, honored until time ends. Today on this day that we honor those that are lost, and not yet recovered, those that have been locked up and have endured the unimaginable and inhumane treatment, and those lost in Action, we honor your life and sacrifice. You are never forgotten! To those families and friends, we will NEVER FORGET!
Those of our POW MIA KIA, you are the Greatest Good Guys and are loved more than red poppies!
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