I don’t just remember where I was ten years ago today. I can feel it. I can close my eyes and be there again, instantly. It was my first day in Iraq. The first real day of my deployment. It was also Thanksgiving. The location was Balad Air Base, north of Baghdad. My unit, Second Squadron, Third Armored Cavalry Regiment, had just flown in via a series of C-130 flights, and now the first group of us was waiting, in the very early morning hours, for the helicopter flight that would take us to our new temporary home, Forward Operating Base Caldwell. Our base was in the eastern part of Diyala Province, just a few miles from the Iranian border….
A deeply moving piece from David French, worth the time to read+ponder today https://t.co/rLKnVTlsQZ … ‘This #Thanksgiving isn’t just a time for gratitude, it’s a time of remembrance’ #thanksgiving2017 #military #iraq #marriage #family #children #memory (Deuteronomy 8:1-11)
— Kendall Harmon (@KendallHarmon6) November 23, 2017