Thursday, June 18, 2009

They are someone's sons....

Three handsome young men, no more than 20 or 21 chuckle as they are frisked at the security monitor - my heart grows heavy... large size 12 combat boots are inspected and given a dusting....they could very easily be my son.......pockets of nearly new fatigues are padded down - I can't take my eyes off them....good heavens you are but children...a tear leaks through..... the inspector gives them "that look"... A bit of pride.....a bit of thanks....but mostly that look of "God be with you young soldiers".

A friend shouts past me to the boys...."Good luck in Afghanistan....."

I must turn away....tears fiercely welling.....they are someone's son.... change thoughts...and quickly....

Travel Blog - June 2009

Punctuality, meticulous.....OC...

Toronto, Canada, L.B. Pearson Airport - 545 am - One lonely man sitting at gate 120, legs crossed, coffee at his side, engrossed in a novel. I glance up to the flight informatiion - Montreal 800 am.... No fear of missing that flight....