Put Silver Wings On My Son's Chest
One of my favorite t-shirts (the front is above)
I got to pin his wings on!! (2004)
The day I got to pin those silver Airborne wings on my son, was one of the proudest days of my life. I was concerned (but not worried) about his split lip, the bump and gash on his forehead, and the even larger gash and goose egg on the back of his head... and the soldier I saw with stitches from lip to ear. I say to him, "Geez, jumping out of those airplanes sure is dangerous." And he says, "It's not the jumping, Ma. It's the quick stop." (Apparently, an old Airborne line... but priceless all the same!) And he says, "Ya know, it's not like they broom sweep the LZ." (sorry... Landing Zone)
So here's to my Dad and to my son (and -- BLACKFIVE) and those other Hunters from the Sky: Airborne! We thank you! We honor and salute you!
Copyright 2005. All rights reserved.
6 Comments:
Amen to that, both my brother are Airborne soldiers..... My heart goes into my throat just thinking about what they do.
Congratulations to you and your son, mom. I'm proud of your son just as much as you are. I thank him for his service.
And I forgot to thank you for the larger font. It makes reading so much easier!
Thank you, thank you, from my stand point it takes alot of courage to jump out of a plane...period, let alone at 1250'
with 95 lbs of gear. Thanks for your courage and congratulations for your accomplishment.
hooah to you!! Proud wife and Sister in Law of Paratroopers
Airbonne!!!!!!
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