by Stephen K.
The lights pooled around the sand-colored vehicles as night came on. Stacked high about them were packs and duffle bags. Soldiers checked in, mingled with families, were issued weapons; a photographer snapped photos of the moment, capturing both smiles and somber expressions.
In an oft quoted slogan we say "We know who we're working for," and I believe that we do, but as I stood in that Ft. Stewart motor pool and my daughter kissed my son-in-law for the last time, I was suddenly able to truly say that I knew who I was working for.
|We know who we're working for, we're working for them!|