Dream a little Dream

Mr. Benson spent time in Vietnam as a young country boy all of 19, he joined because his Best Freind had been killed in that same war earlier. he decided it would be the last thing for his Best Friend From Childhood that he could do.. (other than to later Marry his Best Friends sister .)

shown here in the photo, Clayton is sharing a Painting that a Friend had done showing Clayton standing next to his Huey ( helicopter) before and after a horrible crash in the Vietnam Jungle. why do I know these things? Mr. Benson is a man i used to work with at Boyd Coffee, he is a funny man that dared to share his life, the good bad and ugly with me, on those early 6:00 mornings when he would bring reports for me to run before anyone else strolled into work, we would sit and talk about grand kids and raisng children and just life while report info was being input to the computer.

He dared to share the darkness of the War and we both Cried together with Joy the day he got the news from the government that a brother in arms that had been killed and "lost" in the Junlge, bones had been identified and were being sent back to the U.S. to waiting family and other Brother's in arms. He closed a weary and still raw chapter in the book of that dirty war.... yet he rejoiced that 35 years later a Man, a solider a Friend would finally come home.

I wonder what the Angles must sound like when they rejoice that a Man, a child, a soal has given thier life to Christ.... and one day too, will be coming home.
I cant wait to hear the trumpets sound.
just a thought.