I still believe.

It’s always moving to see a big group of soldiers, but especially so at the airport.

I noticed them as I was working my way through security. A large group waiting to board their airplane. They were at gate B29; I was flying out of B30.

The sight was emotional for everyone, although I’m certain the most was felt by the soldiers and their families. Men clutching their wives and kids...Moms and dads embracing their soldier sons & daughters...the USO lined the path to board the plane and handed out gift bags and water as they hugged and shook hands with our soldiers.

I made eye contact with one of the soldiers who stood a few feet from me. I knew the answer, but curiosity made me ask...“Where are you going?” One quiet word came out of his lightly clenched jaw ... “Iraq”. All I could do was thank him and shake his hand. I saw the strain in his face as he turned away to board.

A woman hugged her Army husband as her mom held their brand new baby and watched with tears rolling down her face. One final kiss and a hand holding until the final fingers slipped apart...

A young Sergeant hugged his wife and their 5-ish-year old son until all others had boarded. Grandma and Grandpa were there too. It was time. As this Sergeant walked down the aisle of USO supporters, his son ran after him... “Daddy!”

Everyone cried and solemnly watched this group of volunteers. All of these soldiers making a sacrifice. Restless nights from anxiety and the fear of battle. Missed first words and Baptism. The first T-ball game. And...God forbid...life.

They’re doing it for us...and for our country. Forget about the politics...forget about the mission and whether or not you agree with it. You aren’t going to agree with everything...that’s American and it’s ok. ...it’s better than ok; it’s right.

But our soldiers deserve our respect. All the time. No matter what. Hundreds of thousands of their brothers have sacrificed throughout our history in wars against hostile nations...peacemaking missions...and conflicts against extremist groups. They safeguard our freedom...that’s all there is to it.

But what are you doing? Are you still flying your Flag? Do you even have one that’s in good condition? Have you written an email to a soldier or service family? Is there a yellow ribbon on the tree in your parkway? Do you stand for the Color Guard at a parade? Sing the National Anthem? It really doesn’t take much.

I still believe that we’re a great country. ...the best. I still respect those who protect it. I still want them to feel that. And I still believe in America.