Sacrifice, honor, patriotism. Easy to say, and to talk about. I've felt that chill go up my spine when certain patriotic songs are played, or when the red, white, and blue is marched by during a parade, or a great speech is given by a skilled orator. But tomorrow I will feel a little prick from the sting of "Freedom isn't Free". Its one of those moments when even though you believe in a greater good and a cause, everything within you wants it to be that other guy who has to leave, who has to serve in a far away land. Around 10:00am tomorrow(thurs), I will have to say goodbye to a little bundle of joy, who I only just met on Sunday, but would die for tomorrow if I had to. Little Clayton Andrew, so tiny but takes up so much room inside. I will see him again, just days before I leave for Afghanistan. I look forward to that time together, and am thankful to have been able to spend a few days with him and my wife, before I return to Ft. Bragg for training. He will be in my heart, mind and prayers, as well as his precious mommy. So here we go on this journey for God, Family and Country. "The greater the sacrifice, the greater the reward"
-I love you little buddy-