Wednesday, March 22, 2006

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My last post began by saying that a lot had happened, and even more has happened since then. Bryan has been in Iraq for over two weeks now. Bryan feels like he is finally doing his part and I am happy for that.
When I left Georgia my "Papa" had just gone into the hospital. His condition has worsened, and I fear what my parents will say the next time they call.
Yesterday our community lost it's first soldier of this deployment. He was in Bryan's battalion but not his battery. There were a lot of soldiers that were lost during the last deployment but that was before we got here. It was very sobering to hear that we lost someone from our community and our battalion. I pray for his family and hope that he is the only one we have to say goodbye to.
The first time I heard the song Arlington by Trace Adkins, I loved it. Here are the lyrics in honor and memory of Specialist McKinzie.

I never thought that this is where I'd settle down.
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown.
They gave me this plot of land,
Me and some other men, for a job well done.

There's a big White House sits on a hill just up the road.
The man inside, he cried the day they brought me home.
They folded up a flag and told my Mom and Dad:
"We're proud of your son."

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property.
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company.
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done.
I can rest in peace;
I'm one of the chosen ones:
I made it to Arlington.

I remember Daddy brought me here when I was eight.
We searched all day to find out where my grand-dad lay.
And when we finally found that cross,
He said: "Son, this is what it cost to keep us free."

Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him.
He recognized me on the first day I came in.
And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels,
And saluted me.

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property.
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company.
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done.
I can rest in peace;
I'm one of the chosen ones:
I made it to Arlington.

And everytime I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home to us.

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property.
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company.
We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done.
We can rest in peace;
'Cause we are the chosen ones:
We made it to Arlington.

Yeah, dust to dust,
Don't cry for us:
We made it to Arlington.

3 comments:

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Shelleigh (aka Pie Shell) said...

Oh no... you got comment spam.

Cristin, I'm sorry to hear about your Papa; I hope you got to spend some time with him while you were home.

You know my angels have their arms around our guys.

MamaTena said...

Cristin,

We are praying for you.