All righty then...
Now that I have completely blindsided everybody with my previous entry, here's a more conservative one to relieve your retinas.
Let's see...I graduated Friday at approximently 9 AM, tripped over a particularly marshy spot of grass on the parade field while marching back to our spot but luckily did not fall, bawled my eyes out when my dad nearly pounced on me once parents were able to come down and meet their Airmen after the graduation ceremony, went on the Riverwalk, went to the Rivercenter Mall which is the coolest freakin' mall I've ever been in, went to the Alamo, went to Sea World and saw Shamu yesterday, and today I could go out on the town but decided to hang out on the interwebz on base instead considering Dad and Luke left a couple hours ago.
PHEW!
Tomorrow morning at 6:30, I leave for tech school. 4 weeks here at Lackland for flight training, and then off to California. I'm a little nervous, because now I have no idea what to expect. I heard that they treat you waaaaay nicer in tech school, but I can't help but wonder a little bit.
It'll probably be a day or two before I can start to use the interwebz on a regular basis. I have to settle in and figure out how the wireless system works and things like that. Not to mention all the in-processing I have to do and blah blah blah. But hopefully soon I should get a regular routine going again.
Letters From War
She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summer's day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away
He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said "I'd been thinking 'bout dad
And the life that he had
That's why I'm here today"
And that the end he said
"You are what I'm fighting for."
It was the first of the letters from war
She started writing
"You're good
And you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe."
She wrote every night as she prayed
Late in December
A day she'll not forget
Oh, her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read
It said "I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding.
And that's when I saw him
He came back for me
And though he was captured
A man set me free.
And that man was your son.
He asked me to write to you
I told him I would, oh I swore."
It was the last of the letters from war
And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing
And wrote every night just to say
"You are good
And you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe."
Still she kept writing each day
Then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
Out stepped a Captain
Where her boy used to stand
He said "Mom, I'm following orders
From all of your letters
And I've come home again."
He ran in to hold her
And dropped all his bags on the floor
Holding all of her letters from war.
Bring him home...
Bring him home...
Bring him home...
Let's see...I graduated Friday at approximently 9 AM, tripped over a particularly marshy spot of grass on the parade field while marching back to our spot but luckily did not fall, bawled my eyes out when my dad nearly pounced on me once parents were able to come down and meet their Airmen after the graduation ceremony, went on the Riverwalk, went to the Rivercenter Mall which is the coolest freakin' mall I've ever been in, went to the Alamo, went to Sea World and saw Shamu yesterday, and today I could go out on the town but decided to hang out on the interwebz on base instead considering Dad and Luke left a couple hours ago.
PHEW!
Tomorrow morning at 6:30, I leave for tech school. 4 weeks here at Lackland for flight training, and then off to California. I'm a little nervous, because now I have no idea what to expect. I heard that they treat you waaaaay nicer in tech school, but I can't help but wonder a little bit.
It'll probably be a day or two before I can start to use the interwebz on a regular basis. I have to settle in and figure out how the wireless system works and things like that. Not to mention all the in-processing I have to do and blah blah blah. But hopefully soon I should get a regular routine going again.
Click to viewLetters From War
She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summer's day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away
He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said "I'd been thinking 'bout dad
And the life that he had
That's why I'm here today"
And that the end he said
"You are what I'm fighting for."
It was the first of the letters from war
She started writing
"You're good
And you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe."
She wrote every night as she prayed
Late in December
A day she'll not forget
Oh, her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read
It said "I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding.
And that's when I saw him
He came back for me
And though he was captured
A man set me free.
And that man was your son.
He asked me to write to you
I told him I would, oh I swore."
It was the last of the letters from war
And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing
And wrote every night just to say
"You are good
And you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe."
Still she kept writing each day
Then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
Out stepped a Captain
Where her boy used to stand
He said "Mom, I'm following orders
From all of your letters
And I've come home again."
He ran in to hold her
And dropped all his bags on the floor
Holding all of her letters from war.
Bring him home...
Bring him home...
Bring him home...