I was standing on the eighth tee tonight getting ready when I heard the familiar chop-chop-chop of a US Army Blackhawk helicopter - the same model my daughter is assigned to in Kuwait. It was coming straight toward me at a low altitude and as it passed directly overhead... I waved... and then I started to cry thinking how proud I am of Catherine but yet how much I miss her. I hit my tee shot as the Blackhawk flew west over Spurzem Lake and as it disappeared into the setting sun I sank a twenty foot putt for par with tears in my eyes. I wanted to be on that Blackhawk and I wanted it to be in Kuwait so I could see my daughter.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 01:57:15 +0000
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