Jan 17 2013

A Sobering Moment

Early this week we all waited to get off the plane and for good reason: a fallen soldier's body was being received by his comrades. It was very sobering. The plane was silent, but for one little 5 year old boy who wondered why he had to wait to get off.  His mother said, "There is a man who gave his life for you son, and we're waiting for him to get off first." 

Let us never forget. And keep praying!


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1/17/2013 11:10:08 AM
Letha Heulitt United States
Letha Heulitt
This morning driving to work listening to you talking about waiting for the fallen solider had me in tears. This was because it brought back powerful memories.

A few years ago, I hit a period in work that required me to travel a great deal. In the span of six months, I flew five separate times. Each one of these flights carried the body of a fallen solider and each time I sobbed my eyes out as we waited for the honor guard to receive the body. In fact the last few flights, when I saw the escort waiting by the gate in full dress uniform it was enough to make me tear up.

However, the most remarkable flight was to Atlanta. When we told to remain seated and why, this group of elderly men stood. At first I thought that they were confused, but then I realized that they were at attention, as much as their aged bodies would allow. When the young, female Navy officer started down the aisle, they saluted. One by one the rest of the passengers started to stand and hold our hands over our hearts. It was the most beautiful and moving moment of respect and support.

I spoke to one of the men later and found out that they were World War II veterans. He said that every person standing honored not only that solider, but all of his brethren.
1/17/2013 8:17:36 PM
Signe United States
Your show this morning was the most honest and open discussion of this painful subject that I have ever heard. I'm a mom who had a son deployed to Iraq and then another combat zone. I am one of the fortunate ones who got him back again but the the constant fear that we would not is only a memory away and the raw emotion of surviving those months surfaced again this morning, as well as the memories of attending the services of one of his unit members from our town who did not come back alive. It is not often in society where people will openly discuss the true pain of sacrifice. It hurts, when that spot gets touched it will probably always hurt and there are those who have been hurt far worse than I. Our country needs God's love and healing.
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