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.
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| We know who we're working for, we're working for them! |
