When the flight touched down the crowded plane full of uniformed troops under my command erupted into cheers and applauds. “Thank God,” the Staff Sergeant and Miami Beach cop sitting next to me expressed with the deepest sincerity. His voice crackled. It sounded like he would cry.
“Yes, America!” shouted others while the clapping continued.
I was so choked up I could cry and shout all at once. The feelings were contagious.
My gratitude to be back in the land of the free and the home of the brave cannot be adequately described.
Also, it might sound funny but I want to run through all the thick, green bushes and roll around in the tall grass. I’d like to climb a tree and hug a branch, soaking up the scent of the leaves and feel them brush against my skin. Man, America is BEAUTIFUL.
…I can hardly wait to see my family again.
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doesn't sound too silly to me that you miss green and growing things. My ex was upset that I said I missed grass and green things one time when I had called home. It only sounds silly to people who have never been to such places and missed the feel of grass.
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