So, now as I make my way home, I am pulled in opposing directions. The largest pull, of course, is that toward my family and having the opportunity to see and be with them again. Just the thought of them makes my heart fill with joy and I can only imagine it will be on the verge of bursting when I get to hold my children in my arms again. Yet, the excitement is hampered by a twinge of melancholy as I think about all the people I left behind in the 1-150th Assault Helicopter Division and all the wonderful people I've met along the way. I realize they are committed to making this world a better place and they are dedicated to their work, but there is a part of me that wishes I could have tucked them in my bag so we could have all gone home together. Indeed, I am certain there is a part of my heart that will stay forever in that Iraqi desert. But, my hope is that the friendships that were made for however long will leave an indelible mark on all of our souls that for a little bit, in my case anyway, we tried to make a difference in whatever way we knew how and we touched each other's hearts in the process. Thank you, 1-150th Assaut Helicopter Division. Godspeed and may you return home quickly and safely.