Two soldiers were killed in action this week, one was by a Taliban posing as an Afghan National Army soldier. I attended the ceremony where they place the soldiers on the helicopter, sending them home.
Most of time there is a lot of noise on the base: gunfire at the ranges, choppers overhead, drones taking off, soldiers talking, machines and gators running by.
There was a lot of silence here, a long inhale, disquieted souls. When the choppers took off with these soldiers who sacrificed all, the engines were loud, deafening; they drove to the runway and lifted off and soon you couldn’t hear them anymore.
I pray for their families, their wives, and their children. And I have to think when are we all getting out of here?