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Becky's Song

3/31/2014

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"The thoughts of her mom make her happy."
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It’s a cool, spring day in Arkansas. A city bus stops in front of the clinic. Becky’s mom takes a deep breath, finding courage to get off and enter the building. She sits patiently, watching the hands of the clock move ever so slowly. 
 
Several weeks ago, a federal judge in Arkansas blocked the state’s attempt to ban most abortions after 12 weeks into a pregnancy. Becky’s mom is now 15 weeks pregnant. This decision gave her an option. 
 
While waiting to be called, it feels as if time were standing still. She steps outside to get some air. While closing her eyes, she lifts her head to the sky and prays. 
 
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It’s early in the morning. Becky slowly stretches as she awakes from her sleep. She feels peaceful and refreshed. Sunlight breaks through the window and covers the foot of the bed. Becky sees dust in the light, and watches it dance in poetic form. 
 
She walks outside and is greeted by the sound of birds and a gentle breeze. The grass beneath her feet is cool and inviting. 
 
Becky closes her eyes and starts to daydream. 
 
I hear music and laughter. It’s my 8th birthday – I am having my party at the skate rink. My friends Julie, Hannah and Linda are here. I sit with Mom as she helps me with my skates. With her soft hand, she brushes the hair out of my eyes and says, “Happy birthday, doodle-bug. Have fun!” 
 
I’m terrified. I don’t skate well – not at all. I look at Mom and quietly say, “I’m afraid to fall.” With a big smile on her face, Mom says, “So am I!"  
 
She grabs my hand and we go onto the floor – together. We shake and stumble all the way around. But we never fall. “I won’t let you fall, doodle-bug.” Mom says. “I won’t ever let you go.” 
 
I smell hot, apple pie - my first Thanksgiving. It’s so nice and warm inside my baby blanket. Mom holds me close to her heart. I look up, deep into her eyes and hear her sing: 
 
“Sleep my angel, sleep away. I will never turn away.”  
 
“My love for you will never die. I will never say goodbye.” 
 
Becky opens her eyes and smiles. The thoughts of her mom make her happy. Becky looks along the neighboring field - humming that sweet song. She sees the long prairie grass, slowly dancing in the gently breeze.  
 
Across the field, there are many others enjoying the day. Becky walks toward the field then stops. She begins feeling odd, almost out of place – like living in a dream. 
 
In the field, Becky sees a man walking toward her. As he approaches, the man starts waving frantically. He is tall, dark, and full of energy. The man reaches Becky with a big, contagious smile. 
 
“Hello. What a beautiful day!” 
 
Becky gleefully answers, “Why yes sir, it is!” 
 
The man looks very familiar. Very much so – like an old friend. 
 
While looking across the grassy field, Becky describes her feelings as the man listens. “I’ve been having thoughts of me and Mom – happy memories. The memories seem so real, but also distant, like in a dream.” 
 
As the gentle breeze blows - softly kissing her face, she smiles and continues, “It feels like forever since I’ve seen Mom - I miss her. I want to hear Mom sing so badly.” 
 
With warm, understanding eyes, the man looks at Becky. “Your memories are what should have been, but will never be.” 
 
He takes her hand and quietly says, “Your mom let you go. Before you were born, she asked for my help but decided to choose her own path.” 
 
Back on that cool, fateful day in Arkansas, Becky’s mom had an abortion. Becky never had a chance to live the life she was meant to have. Her mom thinks about it often and sometimes wonders what life would be like with Becky in it. 
 
She will never know. 
 
Becky and the man are standing together, looking across the field of grass. It feels as if time were standing still. Becky starts to cry. “I don’t understand.” 
 
With a deep sigh, the man says, “Your mom didn’t want you - but I do.” 
 
Becky’s heart begins to ache. The man turns to Becky in a most loving way. 
 
“I know every hair on your head, every tiny little bit of you, which makes you who you are. I know what you could have been but were never given the chance to be. You are everything to me.” 
 
With a soft hand, the man wipes the tears from Becky’s eyes. “No more tears, doodle-bug. Long ago, I suffered and cried, so you would never have to.” 
 
Sad and confused, Becky looks deep in the man’s eyes. Her soul begins to swell with love and joy. 
 
“Jesus!” 
 
“Your song is in my heart, Becky. My love for you will never die. I will never say goodbye.” 
 
Becky closes her eyes and lifts her head to the sky. The spirit of the Lord fills her soul. Becky leaps into the arms of the One who created her – the One who truly loves her. 
 
Hand in hand, Jesus and Becky walk across the field. With a big smile, Jesus shares some joyful words. 
 
“My Father will be very happy to see you!” 

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Innocence Lost - A Soldier's Story

3/5/2014

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"Jesse looked up at the blanket of stars and thought of home..."
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It is late in the evening. Light from the
television covers Jesse as he lies on the couch. Half awake, he hears a report on CNN. The Obama administration is planning for the possible withdrawal of all U.S. troops from Afghanistan by the end of the year - if no security agreement is reached. 

Combat operations in Afghanistan will end this year. For the US to keep forces beyond 2014, an agreement needs to be reached with the Afghan president. President Karzai has refused to sign an agreement, which appears to be a political move concerning the upcoming elections for new Afghan leadership. 

A few moments pass. Jesse screams in disgust, throwing a half empty beer bottle across the room. He curls up into a ball and cries. 

As a boy, Jesse would play “war” with his younger brother. With make-shift guns and sling-shots, they would run around the neighborhood, chasing the enemy. Their father was prior military and proud. Serving your country and chasing the American Dream were paramount for this American family. 

In high school, Jesse was approached by an Army recruiter on Career Day. The recruiter was a good salesman who promised the world to Jesse – travel, adventure and the GI Bill. After graduation, he enlisted for 6 years. 

Jesse endured many weeks of training at Fort Jackson in Columbia, South Carolina. This Initial Entry Training is required and necessary before deployment. His MOS or “Military Occupation Specialty” was 11B Infantryman. Of all his responsibilities, Jesse enjoyed reconnaissance the most. 

Afghanistan was Jesse’s home for nearly three years. Some days were spent sitting around; entertaining his fellow troopers – trying to get a laugh. Other days involved contact with the enemy. Whatever the circumstance, the soldiers tried passing the time as best they could. 

One evening, Jesse and his battle buddy were patrolling south of camp. The air was quiet and the sky was clear. Jesse looked up at the blanket of stars and thought of home - back to the days of Lake Somerville and camping with his family. For that moment, all was well. With a smile on his face, Jesse looked over to his buddy across the road. The soldier asked Jesse, “What are you so happy about?” 

There was an explosion and a flash a light. Jesse was knocked to the ground. His buddy was gone – he had tripped an IED buried in the roadway. Jesse scrambled to find the soldier but only found pieces of him spread across the blast area. 

In Jesse’s unit, the soldiers shared life and death together. These soldiers were brothers – they were all that Jesse had. They were his family. 

It has been three months since Jesse left Afghanistan. He finds himself alone in his living room. Like many soldiers, Jesse has succumbed to addiction and thoughts of suicide.  

Soldiers such as Jesse trust their government and are willing to sacrifice. They cling to the words of President Kennedy who said, "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country!” Our soldiers live to serve America. 

Before going to war, we need to ask if the pain, torment and sacrifice to be suffered by our soldiers are worth it. Unfortunately, the campaign in Afghanistan has been unclear. Our purpose has morphed over the years. The US invaded Afghanistan in retaliation for the attacks on September 11, 2001. We were determined to destroy al Qaeda and its ability to support and conduct terrorist activities. Al Qaeda is still around. 

Another goal of occupying Afghanistan was to find and kill Osama bin Laden. We killed him in May of 2011. Bin Laden was found in Pakistan, not Afghanistan. Three years later, we are still in Afghanistan.

Other reasons cited for US occupation are the rebuilding of Afghanistan and our strategic interest in the region.

Pulling out of Afghanistan will have terrible consequences. Our absence will ensure Al Qaeda’s survival and its terrorist plans will continue. Our effective rebuilding of Afghanistan will deteriorate – this country will engage in civil war and eventually return to its pre-conflict self. 

This is something Jesse battles within his mind. He is happy that his brothers may soon come home but knows if we leave Afghanistan, the country will implode – as if we were never there. Jesse wonders if his sacrifice, as well as those of the soldiers before him matter. 

We depend on our government to make the right choices in utilizing our soldiers. To fight for an actual purpose is noble. To fight for an agenda or political reasons is evil.  

Light shines through the narrow window, bathing the flag that rests peacefully on the closed casket. 

Jesse is dead – gone to meet the buddy he left on that forsaken road in Afghanistan. A bottle of pills took the pain away. No wife, no kids, no future. His life was snuffed by the pains of war. 

As the organ plays “The Old Rugged Cross”, Jesse’s mom cries. She walks to the casket and lays her hand across the stars. As the song finishes, her faint whisper can be heard, “I’m proud of you son. I love you.” 

The service ends as friends and family slowly walk away. After her last goodbye, Jesse’s mom moves toward the door. She glances through the narrow window and sees a familiar sight. Across a neighboring field, two kids are running around, both dressed in camouflage. With their make-shift guns and sling-shots, they chase the enemy. 



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