|Brock Begley reenlist during war|
I was not prepared for the emotions I saw and felt on that deployment day. I saw young wives holding their husbands tight, unsuspecting babies playing with their daddies and pregnant wives looking with scared uncertainty.
The tears fell as showers that day as we clung to each other and the thread of faith we had instilled in our family from the day he was born. Everyday for a full year we learned to walk in faith. Days that we would hear from him would be encouraging. He was always positive as he was trained to be, but he would let us know to send him protein, hand warmers, and baby wipes in his care packages meaning they were without their basic needs. He quickly dropped weight. He then would call out of the blue and just say hi and could you pray. We understood that to mean he was going out on a dangerous mission and this may be his last "I love you", but he couldn't tell us that. I remember one day he told me he was having difficulty sleeping because two NATO members that he had come to know, had not come back to the COB, one was killed and one was severely injured. This was my baby boy, grown to be a warrior and my HERO.
When Brock returned back to Ft Lewis, he and his friend and battle buddy took the battle to the kitchen as the won the Iron chef competition. Yes my son is a chef and that is great when he comes home! Boy can he cook!
My Uncle Wayne "Butch" Wroblewski, another hero of mine, served in the Vietnam War. Like so many others he never spoke of his service. He also has passed on but I must say that I can still hear the 21 gun salute, the solemn drone of the Taps and the sound of the jets over head as they flew in the Missing Man Formation. Yes, my uncle was a pilot, he had earned his wings and now he has his wings in heaven.
Now I am facing another challenge to my faith!
Not only am I an Army Mom! Now I am also a Navy Mom! My three sons, my three heroes!
I would never have imagined that my boys would defend their country and experience all they have experienced, the good and the bad.
My youngest son Paul Andrew "Drew" has enlisted, again voluntarily during wartime. He will be leaving me soon and embark on his journey. Again I cannot fathom the bravery of taking this step. This is my baby boy. I can only hope I can muster up the bravery through my tears as I send another son to the service of this great country.
Oh and why 11, 11 at 11am? That is the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice during WWI 1918. Originally called Armistice Day or Remembrance Day, the name was changed to Veterans Day in 1954 with an amendment to the original Congressional Act (52 Stat. 351; 5 U.S. Code, Sec. 87a.