
I'm not unhappy with the results. There is a certain satisfaction in allowing my imagination to run wild...again...and imagine that I'm a modern day Wyatt Earp armed with a Nikon instead of a six-shooter. The photojournalist's purist in me looks at the photo and sees a myriad of things I'd like to correct. The bloggist in me sees a vehicle for another story.
Just the other night I was scheduled to fly a local mission aboard the C-17. And as I was boarding the jet, I thought about our men and women serving around the world. I thought about all of them. I thought about the sacrifices they and their families are making. I know there's not much I can do, except think about them, pray for them, and remember them during the holidays. And as I settle in for my family's annual Christmas eve dinner, I'll lift a glass of cheer and say a prayer. A prayer for all of them stretched out across the globe and hope that they all come home soon.
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