A group of over a hundred strong gather at a battalion. Women rock from foot to foot, stand close to one another, as if holding each other up with a type of invisible tie. Men stand, flowers in hand, children, wide eyed in anticipation, posters in little hands that shake when holding “Get out of my way, I want to see my Daddy and my Hero.” Parents hold each other, with tears in their eyes yet smiles on their faces.
The Bay doors open, the silence is deafening, the kit gets brought in, like a kind of unintended cruelty; the buses open their doors. As one, we all take steps closer and closer until that first glimpse of uniform. In a sea of camouflage, the once stoic group breaks and seven months of tears, worry, frustration and exhaustion, cease with an embrace. For a moment in time, the world stops, tears of happiness and two different experiences find a much-needed comfort and combine as one.
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