A big olâ€™ rebel yell coming your way…Way cool, sister. I wouldnâ€™t want to get on the wrong side of your team in a dark alley…
Youâ€™ve brought a lump to my throat…Iâ€™m remembering sitting shotgun on the way back from a few fires, watching the nighttime road go by and listening to my guys breathing in the back, feeling bone-tired an relaxed and happy, a dead dragon under our collective belt. Iâ€™m remembering fighting to keep my eyes open and talking to my squadboss to make sure that heâ€™s still awake and driving right, long, comfortable silences and then unloading the vehicles, moving slow and talking quietly, the reluctance to split apart and head back to our respective homes…the little farewell rituals then the minor let-down of driving the last stretch home alone.
I guess the best we can hope is that those boys fell asleep like that, tired and happy, and never realized they never woke up.
Nerd on the Fireline