Airmen from the 816th Expeditionary Airlift Squadron at an air base in Southwest Asia prepare a C-17 Globemaster III for an airdrop mission Jan. 14 to deliver humanitarian supplies to coalition forces in Afghanistan

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

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MY daughter went home to the Lord ,when she was 18.

I miss her, and some years on her birthday it is harder than others.

This has been one of those years.

I wrote this 2 years ago, and could not come up with one thing better.

Im sorry Ziah. I miss you and love you.

We rode up the mountain and laughed in delight as
The Eagles soared over and danced just for us.
A dozen eagles that spiraled above the daughter I love.

With the ponies to the peak of the mountain we went.
Awestruck once again seeing the beauty, the glory,
Of this favored land.

The sun so brilliant, the sky was so blue.
I never had dreamed it was to be a farewell for you.
And who would have guessed, as we happily watched.
That this was to be, the very last eagles dance.

The white feathers were glistening brilliantly,
Like the snow on the distant mountain peaks.
Coming down off the mountain we rode by the lake,
Long shadows on the water, the chill as the
Darkness fell.

I listen for your laughter, sometimes on the wind,
I remember with longing the last day that we shared.
When God let the eagles come dancing on air.