Good morning, Netizens…
Frank Cheatham kisses his daughter Madison, 13, goodbye outside the James A. Gardner Armory in Dyersburg, Tenn., Monday, as he prepares to deploy to Iraq with the Tennessee Army National Guard’s 168th Military Police Battalion. Cheatham also turned 35 Monday. (AP Photo/The Commercial Appeal, Mike Brown) (October 27, 2008)
At age 13, Madison is on the threshold of being a woman, of falling in love and perhaps even of bearing children of her own. All of the beauty in her life, frozen in the amber of this moment in time, and perhaps in her mind, she wonders if her Daddy will be coming home again to hold her, celebrate her life as she goes through the coming challenges and joys of life.
Oh, but to hold for a moment in time that most-precious gift of life in our arms, to feed it with love and tenderness, to bring it up from a mere baby in our arms to becoming an adult. We cherish moments such as these, with our sons and daughters, their faces uplifted toward us, in a moment of parting.
But first we must be about war and maiming and killing, for it is our duty. Some say one great day we will end all wars, and never again will fathers and mothers pause at the threshold of time, their hearts aching inside with trepidation and sadness at the parting.
That day, when Peace rules the world and men and women of courage no longer leave their children in lieu of war, can never come too soon, my friends.