My Sister, My Hero

Posted by on November 11, 2013 in Sacrifice | 13 comments

My soldier sister

My belly expanded with my first pregnancy all those months, while she slept underneath a humvee all the way around the world from us. It was the beginning of the war, and so many other things we hadn’t imagined.

We plastered the flag all over our cars and we rallied, that we would “never forget.” 

I bought her toiletries and stuffed a box full of things she’d probably miss, like a bar of soap, and toothpaste. Everyday basics suddenly had more value. How do you brush your teeth in the middle of the desert?

I fretted about how rough roughing it would be for her. Selfishly, I ached for the career she’d chosen, I admired her and I ached for her. 

Nobody knows who comes home from tours like that.

She carried a machine gun, while I lugged around a belly, swollen heavy with life.

She at MRE’s and I, french fries from Mcdonalds.

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We prayed.

We waited.

We watched the news through our fingers and we wept in front of the deodorant racks in Walmart.

We heard about lives lost on the news. We saw the images of missiles exploding and buildings crumbling.

All those long months she served–somewhere, in the desert. For nearly the entire time, we weren’t even allowed to know where exactly she was.

She slept in the sand, and traveled in the dark, through minefields, led by GPS, and no doubt carried by the prayers of those of us who waited here at home for news.

Any word, any time, just so we could let out our breath and sleep one more night.

The truth is, we don’t know what it was like. The pictures she sent, the stories we would later hear, they brought a breath of reality to us, but even then, she sat at the table to tell the stories. It’s not that way for so many. 

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There are tables all over the world where seats sit empty and stories go untold, unheard–for the souls who’ve been taken by war.

We were lucky. My sister came home. 

She came home with stories and more than a rucksack full of weight to be sorted.

She came home with a Bronze star (twice), though she’ll probably be annoyed that I told you that.

She serves like my Father before her, and as my brother would, later.

She serves, like the thousands of others who have gone before her.

My Soldier sister

And we are so thankful she came home.

I don’t know how she did it. But I know she is strong, and I know she is brave.

I know she’d do it again, if she were called to.

She is my sister, my hero.

 

Today, I say thank you to all who have served, my friends, family, and those whom I have not met. Your willingness to sacrifice, to risk, to go whenever and wherever you are called is a great gift to this nation–one I will never forget.

 

Counting beyond 1000 Gifts

the military soldiers and their families

a husband’s unfailing love

children too giggly to eat lunch

music

late night talking with a friend

burdens lifted

friends who pray

life

 

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  • Kelly Greer

    Joining you in thanking God for our heroes. So thankful your sister came home to you and I agree with you in praying for the many families who have known the sorrow of a loved one who paid the ultimate sacrifice. We are a blessed people and those who serve are a blessing.
    Hugs,
    Kelly

    • http://kriscamealy.com/ Kris Camealy

      We are blessed indeed, Kelly. Thank you, sweet friend.

  • http://www.royallittlelambs.com/ Jennifer Lambert

    Thank you for this glimpse into a special relationship. As a military wife and daughter, I love your tribute to your courageous sister. Thank you.

    • http://kriscamealy.com/ Kris Camealy

      I am also a military daughter, Jennifer. I am continually grateful for our military families and the sacrifices they make. Tell your husband, thank you, for me.

      • http://www.royallittlelambs.com/ Jennifer Lambert

        We appreciate it, friend!

  • http://www.amylearns.com/ Amy Tilson

    THis is beautiful, Kris! Thanks for the way you share your family through your gift of story. Thank her for me personally next chance you get.

    • http://kriscamealy.com/ Kris Camealy

      Bless you, Amy. Thank you for your kindness, my friend. XO

  • Julie Reynolds

    As usual your words bring a catch to my throat and tears to my eyes. Beautiful my friend, thank your sister for me. As a vet’s wife I know they do not get thanked enough.

    • http://kriscamealy.com/ Kris Camealy

      indeed. Thank you feels so small considering all they do. Hug your husband for me, and tell Him I say thanks. it is a gift he has given this country.

  • Mandy @ lifefaithful.blogspot

    I am thankful for your family and their service, and rejoice for the sister who got to welcome her sister home. I know what the waiting is like, the prayers sent up with every mention of war or Iraq or simply because in that instant you remembered a sibling so far away from home. Unfortunately, I also know the unspeakable heartache that comes from welcoming home a flag draped coffin instead of throwing arms around a neck. My brother served–and died–in Iraq in 2004.

    So again, thank you. Both to your family for serving and to you for remembering the empty seats.

    • http://kriscamealy.com/ Kris Camealy

      Mandy, Oh my. I am so terribly sorry for the loss of your brother. Oh my heart breaks for you, friend. I can only imagine the hollow space you live with, in his absence. please know how deeply grateful I am for your family, for the service your brother offered, for the life he lived, willing to risk, and pay the ultimate price, on our behalf. Just weeping here with you. ((hugs))

  • http://kriscamealy.com/ Kris Camealy

    Thank you for reading, Jennifer. You are a blessing.

  • Leah Beecher

    What a beautifully written post and tribute to your service and servicemen and women everywhere. Well done.
    Cheers,
    Leah

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