Mothers and their children
Today was my mother's birthday... she died many, many years ago but I always think of her on her birthday. Today I remembered something I want to share with others. I wasn't all that easy of a son to have/raise, and at times I thought my mother and I were thousands of miles apart... I wondered if she cared about me at all.
I did, until, when I was just shy of 19, stuck in the jungles of Vietnam and one morning, while out on a patrol, our platoon got hit, hit hard and by a force three times our size.
They tore us up for the first few moments and the radio I was carrying caused me to draw heavy fire... tore the radio up but I never even got a scratch. I was as afraid as I had ever been in my life. That very same day after choppers belatedly (couldn't call for immediate air support because my radio was shot up) came in and evaced the casualties - we were lifted out the next morning. The moment I put my feet on the ground back at our LZ, the Chaplain was standing there - he grabbed my arm and drug me to his tent.
Seems my mother, at exactly the time I and the rest of the platoon had been hit, woke up in bed and had a feeling that I was in trouble, serious, deadly trouble. By morning her time she was frantic and ended up calling the Congressman for our district. She wouldn't let go of it until she had confirmation I was okay. The Chaplain told me all about it and sat me down, put paper and pen before me and had me write my mother.
A little over 6 months later I was home on leave and mom and I sat talking about the incident. She told me she had a dream/vision that I was being shot at over and over and had nowhere to get down and out of the line of fire. And, she somehow knew we couldn't communicate to get help.
It was the most surreal feeling and for me, proof positive that mothers have a special connection with their children. She knew exactly what was happening to her son, a son over 7,700 miles away from.
So yeah, if your mother is still alive, call her and tell her how much you love her. She is and will always be, no matter how far from you, connected to you, she is your mom. That is something special.
I did, until, when I was just shy of 19, stuck in the jungles of Vietnam and one morning, while out on a patrol, our platoon got hit, hit hard and by a force three times our size.
They tore us up for the first few moments and the radio I was carrying caused me to draw heavy fire... tore the radio up but I never even got a scratch. I was as afraid as I had ever been in my life. That very same day after choppers belatedly (couldn't call for immediate air support because my radio was shot up) came in and evaced the casualties - we were lifted out the next morning. The moment I put my feet on the ground back at our LZ, the Chaplain was standing there - he grabbed my arm and drug me to his tent.
Seems my mother, at exactly the time I and the rest of the platoon had been hit, woke up in bed and had a feeling that I was in trouble, serious, deadly trouble. By morning her time she was frantic and ended up calling the Congressman for our district. She wouldn't let go of it until she had confirmation I was okay. The Chaplain told me all about it and sat me down, put paper and pen before me and had me write my mother.
A little over 6 months later I was home on leave and mom and I sat talking about the incident. She told me she had a dream/vision that I was being shot at over and over and had nowhere to get down and out of the line of fire. And, she somehow knew we couldn't communicate to get help.
It was the most surreal feeling and for me, proof positive that mothers have a special connection with their children. She knew exactly what was happening to her son, a son over 7,700 miles away from.
So yeah, if your mother is still alive, call her and tell her how much you love her. She is and will always be, no matter how far from you, connected to you, she is your mom. That is something special.
