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Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Little Soldier Girl



From Article above

Little Soldier Girl "Didn't Want to Let Go"

Four-year old Paige didn't want to say goodbye to her daddy before he was shipped off to Iraq.

A family photo that shows a little girl beside her father and his fellow soldiers in uniform as they prepare to go to war has resonated well beyond the tight knit Bennethum clan.


Four-year-old Paige Bennethum really, really didn't want her daddy to go to Iraq.

So much so, that when Army Reservist Staff Sgt. Brett Bennethum lined up in formation at his deployment this July, she couldn't let go.

No one had the heart to pull her away.
I don't have a political comment to make regarding this article... nor any grand agenda for posting the picture. It just tugs at me when I see small children trying to be strong when they can't understand the possible consequences of a parent going off to war. For this child and many others it's just a matter of missing mom or dad and not knowing when they will be seen again. 

Time flies for us... for adults... but for children it drags on and on into forever and nothing makes it go faster. It's being stuck in quicksand with the horrors of sinking always looming but never happening. That ever present threat of something wonderful or horrible happening and then feeling like your whole body is being torn apart with anticipation. Telling a child she won't see her father for a year is like telling an adult they won't see them for ten years. It just seems so far away... so distant and daunting. 

Adults know what could happen when a soldier is shipped off... we don't tell our children... we keep it inside and lock it away in an impenetrable vault when they are around. But late at night when we watch them sleep with dreams of being reunited, we cry at the thought of bringing the bad news and then living with the guilt of not being able to make those dreams come true.
 
No, I have not had to live this nightmare but it doesn't take living it to touch on the despair is could bring. My son is still at Basic Training and I await his return calmly. I try not to think of what could happen one day in the future... but I can touch upon the despair and it destroys me.

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May we each take the moment necessary out of this day and any day we feel the need to remember those who have gone before us in defense of our freedoms. Without them... we would not be "here"... we would be in chains. ~Bug~