My best friend's ANG wing was deployed to the Middle East to enforce the no fly zone. He made me really interested in shooting.
Lest we forget our Reservists, I wrote a little tribute for the paper.
I still find myself running outside whenever I hear a jet overhead. It may be a boyish fascination with all things noisy and fast, or military. It may be something different now that I am older.
It might be that I know the sound of freedom when I hear it. That sound is rumbling over the desert and patrolling the no fly zone in the skies above Iraq. Make no mistake, if the bad guys are looking for a fight, the Black Snakes are in the neighborhood to finish it.
As I write this, my best friend is deployed with the BlackSnakes from the Indiana Air National Guard based in Ft. Wayne. I am so proud of him, and the work that he does as a member of the BlackSnakes. He, like the many other men and women deployed there, are doing their part to keep watch over the freedom of small nations in that region as well as ours.
That these folks are making a great sacrifice is an understatement. These are your neighbors, co-workers and best friends, like mine. Some of them have chosen to work full time at the Air Guard base, and some have different jobs in the private sector. They all have the same goal while on this deployment, just like they do with all the others. They want to do the jobs they were assigned to the best of their ability, and then come home safely.
I hope you will join me in wishing the best to the men and women who are taking time out of their lives to help defend freedom during their deployment in the Middle East.
Much important work is being done over there, and the risks are great. If you are like me, you’ll turn your eyes skyward when you hear the sound of freedom above. Thank them, and hope for the safe return of these fine patriots
[This message has been edited by tatters (edited April 29, 2000).]
Lest we forget our Reservists, I wrote a little tribute for the paper.
I still find myself running outside whenever I hear a jet overhead. It may be a boyish fascination with all things noisy and fast, or military. It may be something different now that I am older.
It might be that I know the sound of freedom when I hear it. That sound is rumbling over the desert and patrolling the no fly zone in the skies above Iraq. Make no mistake, if the bad guys are looking for a fight, the Black Snakes are in the neighborhood to finish it.
As I write this, my best friend is deployed with the BlackSnakes from the Indiana Air National Guard based in Ft. Wayne. I am so proud of him, and the work that he does as a member of the BlackSnakes. He, like the many other men and women deployed there, are doing their part to keep watch over the freedom of small nations in that region as well as ours.
That these folks are making a great sacrifice is an understatement. These are your neighbors, co-workers and best friends, like mine. Some of them have chosen to work full time at the Air Guard base, and some have different jobs in the private sector. They all have the same goal while on this deployment, just like they do with all the others. They want to do the jobs they were assigned to the best of their ability, and then come home safely.
I hope you will join me in wishing the best to the men and women who are taking time out of their lives to help defend freedom during their deployment in the Middle East.
Much important work is being done over there, and the risks are great. If you are like me, you’ll turn your eyes skyward when you hear the sound of freedom above. Thank them, and hope for the safe return of these fine patriots
[This message has been edited by tatters (edited April 29, 2000).]
