#6 Postby azskyman » Fri Mar 26, 2004 6:55 pm
As they years pile on, I remember some times exactly as you describe. Here for but a short time and cut short for one reason or another.
War has a way of making that even more pronounced.
In 1970, I arrived in Vietnam to a host of people from back in "the world" who then became my best friends, most counted-on comrades, and often seemed like family. Some of them left shortly after I arrived. Some were best friends for weeks or months. Each was someone we came to count on to watch our backs, to make us laugh, to help us through Dear John letters, and to lean on when we were scared or lonesome or tired of it all. But each and every one...all of them...left to go back to the states...most always on different days than another...and most always alone and waving goodbye and giving thumbs up to those they passed on their way out of camp.
I remember leaving with all the emotions of excitement and hope and sadness and loss mixed into one. Driving away for what I knew would be the last time I would EVER see some of the people who were so important to me just minutes before.
There have been others in life who have brushed by for days or weeks or months and then were gone...but none ever brought so many mixed emotions as those I left that day in Vietnam...or those who left those days before me. War does that to people.
That is happening day in and day out in Iraq, and it is no easy hurdle to put behind you.
There's a strange but powerful sense of loss that accompanies your thankfulness for making it home.
What you experienced is the same thing. The good news, of course, is that during our journey we come to appreciate more readily those people we meet....because we know it could end tomorrow.
azskyman
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