The Return of Cincinnatus

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The Return of Cincinnatus

Drip. Drip. Drip.

As I stood in the rain on an afternoon in April, my thoughts were on how cold my rain-soaked uniform felt on my weary body as rain drops dripped from my headgear. We had been standing at attention for what seemed like forever.

Usually during these formations, there is a lot of under breath talking and joking. After all, most of the time, we are in these formations for a dog and pony show. This time was different. That morning, when volunteers were asked for to go to an honorable transfer of three of Ohio’s fallen, most of us volunteered. Sure, it would be cold and rainy…but these were our fellow Soldiers and Ohioans. So, in the reverent silence, as we awaited the C-130 carrying our fallen comrades, my mind began to wander to an April seven years ago.

I was stationed in Iraq along the Iranian…

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