The phone call came at 0330hrs to the hotel room, the plane had landed. They were at the airport. Hallelujah!!! Into the SUV (with our bumper sticker- United States Marines) we drove into the darkness with great anticipation. Hurry go faster...the gate waved us through, they knew where we were headed. The darkness hung with us. The excitement began to grow as the families gathered in the big room with the joy and excitement building with each announcement of their movements. Our Marine Homecoming shirts proudly displayed. Sharing hugs with families we did not know. Waiting waiting. Finally, the announcement came the buses are moving. Some of us were drawn outside stretching our necks to see those great buses bring in our loved ones, Our hero's, our Marines. The lights in the darkness were moving toward us, waiting waiting. Our American flags were waving high, the sounds of our cheers echoed into the night, here they come, here they are, in front of us. Our Hero's. The buses stopped and doors opened. Out poured our Hero's.

Hugging, kissing, welcoming our Hero's home, who we prayed for everyday, who we hoped for everyday, they were finally here. Searching for my Marine, looking for that tall figure and that proud walk. Shaking hands, hugging Marines, thanking them all, as I tried to find my Marine. They were dressed in their fatigues worn and faded from the sweat and sun of the Sandbox. Some looked so tired, some so happy to be home. One Marine holding his baby for the first time, was so moving. What joy. The rain came down on us all, but I don't think we even noticed the cold or wet. The tears of joy flowed from our eyes, and there he was standing in front of us, grinning from ear to ear. A site to behold. He had seen the hell of war, and made it home. My son was home, he was safe for now. So proud of my Marine, so filled with overflowing joy, he is a true Marine. He made it home, however, he did not let me fail to remember those who did not make it home. The hugs that I wanted to last forever around his disciplined body, were also for those hugs that would not be felt by some. My heart ached for those families who were not able to feel what I was feeling. My Marine will not forget his brothers that came home with him, and his brothers that did not. War is hell. Thank God for our Marines who did make it home, and I pray for all the families of those who lost loved ones in this war. What a great great homecoming for me.

God bless all our United States Marines and their families.

Now, if I can only keep him from driving 100mph in that darn Orange Mustang.