Three C-17's rolled in, in formation, taking her breath away, she became restless. Her father dropped her off, she gathered herself, popped her cap and was gone, quickly out of the way of her father's time. Once inside, took her cap off, dissipated into the crowded room to a empty seat, During the Colonel's debriefing, She heard the roar, the buildings rattled, she held her breath along with the cap in her hands, and wish she had another hand to reach for the flailing heart in her chest. She was seeing her father off again, like in 03, or maybe before, its not like she'd actually remember it, but, the feeling was by implication, seeing her father coming home, unable to realize that things could've went differently. I drove around the track, parked my car and leaned against the hood. Others had stopped also but the feeling wasn't the same: maybe seemed like a noble, powerful encounter-heart stuck in your throat, leaving your gut wrenching and rumbling along with the engines of the plane that had take off prior, but only it was much more. The triple C-17 perched in formation, ready-as was I, and hundreds of other men-boys- ready to discard their lives into the darkness. There …show more content…
These birds that would carry us into something unknown, there wouldn't be that could possible prepare us. We knew that we were going in to a war conflict, that we'd have to right. Staring at these planes was like staring at our caskets; Staring into the brown eyes of my child that weren't empty but filled with everything around us, including the reflection of my eyes, that were empty. It could've been 10, 100, or more, C-17's lined up and ready for take off, but it didn't really matter the feeling was the same- These birds were carrying us whether we were ready or