It was November 27, 1990 when I flew from the DFW Airport to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. After spending some time with family and friends for the Thanksgiving holiday, it was time to concentrate on preparations for my deployment.
I can't remember how I got to the airport, who took me, or even the time of day, but I remember the last look back at my family before boarding the plane. As you can see from the picture I've included, the look on my face says it all. It's not a look of fear. Nor is it a look of sadness. Sure, there was a level of sadness in my heart. But what I was more concerned with was how hard this was on them. And there wasn't anything I could do about it...except pray.
I prayed daily, numerous times. I read Scripture daily. It was prayer and God's Word that were my biggest weapons in the war. My shield of faith was my most valuable piece of armor. I could feel myself growing closer to God. And the closer I felt, the less I worried.