Dec. 15 is always a big day for us. My oldest son Mike was born on a snowy day in Williamsburg, Virginia 26 years ago.
Last year, as we prepared to celebrate his birthday, we received a call from his brother Mark. We had just returned from the Green Ramp at Ft. Bragg seeing Mark arrive home from Iraq with the rest of his battalion. He had arrived six days earlier.
The phone call? At formation, they were given a pre-deployment notice. They were going back in less than three weeks, this time to Baghdad.
So today, we celebrate Mike's birthday but we are not answering any phone calls from Ft. Bragg.