Many of you know that my son is an HR contract worker in Afghanistan. This morning at 6:00 a.m. (Afghanistan time) his compound in Kabul was attacked by Taliban men dressed in women’s burkas. They set off a car bomb at the front entrance and then began lobbing grenades into the compound and shooting. By the grace of God, my son got into a bunker safely, but it was the closest call he’s had since going over there. A sad little side note is that May 2 is his birthday and the cooks had made him a little birthday cake–which got destroyed by shrapnel–along with most of his clothes which was in the laundry that took a major hit. A pretty lousy birthday.’
I got to skype with him this morning, and he is fine. Here is a small story about the experience that he sent me to cheer me up:
“Here is your happy thought, Mom. I got to the bunker and was looking around and saw my Rough Tough Marine friend sitting at the end of the bunker reading An Uncommon Grace when the second round of bullets and explosions were going on. I knew he was ready to fight if need be, but calm, cool, and collected there he sat slowly flipping the pages as he read. He finished it and said. “When does your mom’s next book come out?”
I wish I could hug that Marine’s neck right now! Along with my son’s!