The Norman Transcript

November 14, 2009

Let the eagle fly


Editor, The Transcript

As Bravo Company 2nd Battalion of the Oklahoma National Guard prepares for deployment to Iraq, we, as family members, are more sensitive to the concerns facing troops in harms way. Even before they leave, we are already planning for a reunion. We have been "briefed" on pre-deployment activities and suggestions have been given for making soldiers' absences less stressful. A jar filled with candy Kisses -- "a kiss a day while Dad's away," is clever. A personalized bracelet to be worn until our son returns might make a mom feel more connected. We will try it all.

Whether we agree with the war or not, our soldiers must feel our support. They and their families sacrifice much. A year away from a parent can be an eternity to a child. Seeing the 10 Black Hawk helicopters flying in formation over our state Oct. 6 headed for Fort Sill, then to Iraq, was bittersweet. Pride and sadness become familiar emotions and we know God hears our prayers for our loved ones wherever they may be. This poem is dedicated to our American soldiers and their loved ones.

Let the eagle fly

Miles from home,

In a far-off land

With weapons and courage,

And a brotherhood band.

You fight the unknown

From morning 'til night --

Unsure of the enemy,

Yet ready to fight.

With faith in the Father

And loyalty to our land

You face each day

Unsure where you stand.

You are a soldier

Called to defend;

You Iay down your life

Until the battle's end.

And a country prays

As the enemy destroys.

And a nation unites,

As another soldier deploys.

We will continually pray

For your safety and mission,

Knowing war is ugly

And not your decision.

We owe you a debt

We can not repay

Just know God is with you

As all Christians pray.

God, unite our hearts;

Let pride fill our spirit

May the Battle Hymn echo,

Let us long to hear it.

May OId Glory remind us

What is precious and blest

That America is strong

When put to the test.

May pride well up,

And tears stream down

When the anthem is played

And the freedom bells sound.

Let's thank every soldier,

And not question why.

They're fighting for justice

So the eagle can fly!

JANELLE RUTLEDGE

Norman



Editor's note: The letter and poem are being republished to correct an earlier published version which contained errors not the fault of the writer.