This is how we celebrated freedom
Wrapped ourselves in Camo gear
Mapped out the territory we needed to conquer
And assigned each enlistee a task
Some attached to the rear guard
Where they went about implementing their plan
Which included clearing away the brush
Searching for landmines
And making sure that all the tripwires were removed
Sometimes freedom is measured in heaps
Sometimes it’s measured by the shovel-load
And sometimes it’s measured in the stopping places
Is when we come together
To serve somebody in need.
On Tuesday, as a media firestorm raged on, our care group waged a battle against the backyard (and front) jungle for a woman whose husband is deployed in Afghanistan. One of the troops did not take a break the entire day. From 9 a.m. until 4 p.m. this enlistee never once sat down, took a potty break, nothing. She worked tirelessly, happily, joyfully. She was the oldest among the troops. She is the woman in that last photo. And, if you can believe it, her hair still looked good when she was finished.
This is how our care group celebrated freedom this week.
How about you?
How will you celebrate it?