So, if Wade was 101st (A), did he serve in WWII? AND raise Zed when he came home? Now that’s bragging rights. But the best ones never do, they let their actions do the talking. Zed is a fine example.
But not without pain. Because he sees and feels yours.
Nothing wrong with that; we are entitled to our pain and our grief and our healing, just have to remember it’s for ourselves and not for those who’ve gone Home to be with God…they’re good, they got standard-issue WINGS up there!
August 1, 2016 at 11:29 pm
Pamela
101 St Airborne always stick together no matter where they are.
August 1, 2016 at 11:33 pm
JW
😉
August 1, 2016 at 11:47 pm
jackdeth72
The First To Go… The Last To Know.
Outstanding, Chris!
Must be some dust or pollen in the air.
August 2, 2016 at 6:36 am
GWB
Yeah, I hate it when allergies hit out of season.
God Bless, Chris.
August 2, 2016 at 12:12 am
Swansonic
Stunningly and achingly beautiful strips, Chris. Thank you for them.
The commentary has also been great – reminds me of my dad’s funeral seeing how many people showed up to pay tribute to him – and it all cut through me like ‘Taps’ did at Fort Snelling.
Reminds me, I’ve got some boots to wear……
August 2, 2016 at 12:17 am
Opfor311
Rendezvous with destiny. Air Assault! He earned the wings. Our hearts go out to you, Chris.
In WWII and shortly after, the 101st was full-on Airborne. It wasn’t reclassified Air Assault until sometime after the big II. Actually, when I was growing up near Ft. Campbell, it was still considered Airborne. (Yes, I am older’n dirt. Well — old AS, anyhow.)
August 2, 2016 at 12:24 am
Sergeant Alan Dean Briley, RN
Airborne, All the Way! I was Charlie Company, Second Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division. My brother, forever.
FWIW, I grew up close enough to Ft. Campbell KY (home of the 101st) that the house sometimes shook when they went on maneuvers…
August 2, 2016 at 5:33 am
Wildman
Thank you, Chris, for making the effort to produce such fine and poignant strips in what has to be one of the most difficult times for you.
August 2, 2016 at 5:52 am
Randy
God Bless you and yours Chris
August 2, 2016 at 6:02 am
Bill G
My younger nephew’s outfit, although he was seconded to The Old Guard and spent most of his hitch with them.
August 2, 2016 at 6:10 am
David DeAtkine
amen and amen.
August 2, 2016 at 6:52 am
Spidey
It’s amazing the silent men who do great deeds in quiet repose. My cousin was a dairy farmer, a gentle quiet man. It was after he passed away that I found he was a corporal in Patton’s army division and was the guard for Admiral Dönitz at Nuremburg.
Bless your dad. Screaming Eagle!
August 2, 2016 at 7:09 am
MasterDiver
AIR-BORNE!
Great strip,
God bless, Chris
Zar Belk!
August 2, 2016 at 7:29 am
m225
My Oh My….the old Alma Mater.
Chris I hope you and your family are doing as well as can be expected. Your family here on DBD grieves with you and for you. We all have lost loves ones, family by birth and other means. We are with you.
Mike
For some reason I am reminded of a old Tom T Hall song “Ballad of forty dollars”. Specifically the part regarding Some women do look good in black
Hooah! and take care mein freund
August 2, 2016 at 7:52 am
John B
Once a paratrooper, always a paratrooper. Just not on jump status now.
August 2, 2016 at 8:36 am
StraightSh00ter
Words to live by, from a loving parent now gone… “What would you do if I wasn’t here.”
There are some in this land who will never understand. Luckily, none of them are ever here. But we understand.
August 2, 2016 at 4:32 pm
Dave Smudski
Glad to have you back.
August 2, 2016 at 5:47 pm
Opinionator
Airborne!
August 2, 2016 at 7:06 pm
Loadmaster
One bad thing about dealing with the death of a close one is that it really won’t hit you until months from now, when you dream about them and realize that they can’t be here, and wake up horribly confused and sad.
The good news is that you eventually learn to deal with these events, and eventually take comfort in seeing them occasionally, even if it is only in your dreams.
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So, if Wade was 101st (A), did he serve in WWII? AND raise Zed when he came home? Now that’s bragging rights. But the best ones never do, they let their actions do the talking. Zed is a fine example.
SCREAMING EAGLES!! HOOAH!
WAR DAMN SCREAMING EAGLES!
Spin
AMEN, BRO!
Airborne indeed.
Fast, free, and cured of what ailed him
But not without pain. Because he sees and feels yours.
Nothing wrong with that; we are entitled to our pain and our grief and our healing, just have to remember it’s for ourselves and not for those who’ve gone Home to be with God…they’re good, they got standard-issue WINGS up there!
101 St Airborne always stick together no matter where they are.
😉
The First To Go… The Last To Know.
Outstanding, Chris!
Must be some dust or pollen in the air.
Yeah, I hate it when allergies hit out of season.
God Bless, Chris.
Stunningly and achingly beautiful strips, Chris. Thank you for them.
The commentary has also been great – reminds me of my dad’s funeral seeing how many people showed up to pay tribute to him – and it all cut through me like ‘Taps’ did at Fort Snelling.
Reminds me, I’ve got some boots to wear……
Rendezvous with destiny. Air Assault! He earned the wings. Our hearts go out to you, Chris.
In WWII and shortly after, the 101st was full-on Airborne. It wasn’t reclassified Air Assault until sometime after the big II. Actually, when I was growing up near Ft. Campbell, it was still considered Airborne. (Yes, I am older’n dirt. Well — old AS, anyhow.)
Airborne, All the Way! I was Charlie Company, Second Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division. My brother, forever.
Hand…..salute. Thank you, sir.
https://www.army.mil/e2/c/images/2012/08/20/261102/original.jpg
*salute*
FWIW, I grew up close enough to Ft. Campbell KY (home of the 101st) that the house sometimes shook when they went on maneuvers…
Thank you, Chris, for making the effort to produce such fine and poignant strips in what has to be one of the most difficult times for you.
God Bless you and yours Chris
My younger nephew’s outfit, although he was seconded to The Old Guard and spent most of his hitch with them.
amen and amen.
It’s amazing the silent men who do great deeds in quiet repose. My cousin was a dairy farmer, a gentle quiet man. It was after he passed away that I found he was a corporal in Patton’s army division and was the guard for Admiral Dönitz at Nuremburg.
Bless your dad. Screaming Eagle!
AIR-BORNE!
Great strip,
God bless, Chris
Zar Belk!
My Oh My….the old Alma Mater.
Chris I hope you and your family are doing as well as can be expected. Your family here on DBD grieves with you and for you. We all have lost loves ones, family by birth and other means. We are with you.
Mike
For some reason I am reminded of a old Tom T Hall song “Ballad of forty dollars”. Specifically the part regarding Some women do look good in black
Hooah! and take care mein freund
Once a paratrooper, always a paratrooper. Just not on jump status now.
Words to live by, from a loving parent now gone… “What would you do if I wasn’t here.”
Airborne for sure, and forever. Hooah.
Since somebody mentioned Patton.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.”
Damn allergies.
Spin
War Damn Screaming Eagles
You know I love your silhouette work Chris…but this is a new level.
Black and white and blue all over…somber, respectful, and beautiful.
Your loving and moving tributes this week speak volumes about both the man your father was and the man he raised.
I am sorry for your loss Chris.
There are some in this land who will never understand. Luckily, none of them are ever here. But we understand.
Glad to have you back.
Airborne!
One bad thing about dealing with the death of a close one is that it really won’t hit you until months from now, when you dream about them and realize that they can’t be here, and wake up horribly confused and sad.
The good news is that you eventually learn to deal with these events, and eventually take comfort in seeing them occasionally, even if it is only in your dreams.
Christopher, you continue to amaze me.