My parents didn't take their yellow ribbon down until Paul got home. Sorry, I cut part of you out of the picture! Just a little FYI, my daddy wasn't mad, he just always looked like that! He was happy, I promise.
Paul served in the first Gulf War in the Navy, stationed on the U.S.S. New Orleans. The night the war started, my husband, younger son and I were at a little Mexican restaurant. They stopped the music and started broadcasting that the war had started. I remember starting to cry and saying we have to go home.
We didn't know the day the war started if Paul's ship was actually in the Gulf or on the way.......nonetheless, we were very concerned. I would just sit in front of the t.v. watching for any news of how things were going. I grasped for every piece of news of those Naval ships. I also prayed a lot!
As the Lord would have it, Paul came home safe and sound! Shortly after getting back to his home base, he married and he and his wife came home for a visit. We were so excited, our son was safe and we had a new daughter!
I am so thankful for all the men and women who have served our country by going to war so that we could live in safety and freedom. I also pray for their families who are left behind often taking responsibilities on that they've never done alone before.
May we always be free!