Let me explain why.
I just got back from my son’s Marine homecoming in North Carolina. He’d been deployed to Afghanistan with the 2/8 Marine Infantry for eight months. We stood in 106 degree temperatures for five hours waiting for the buses. Cate was so nervous—the longer it took, the more nervous she became. When one of the mothers climbed up on a bench and yelled out into the crowd she saw buses, everyone went wild, screaming, whistling and yelling. The buses came around the block and disappeared behind a building and reappeared in the spaces between them. My daughter-in-law caught a glimpse between buildings, and this photo was snapped.
The raw emotion on her face is powerful—you can see how much she loves her Marine. It brings tears to my eyes just looking at it.
Then I thought, can I capture that in my stories? And then I decided I needed to try. That is my goal for the next year, to capture what you see, the emotion on her face in a story. Wish me luck.
Have a great Saturday,
D L Jackson
5 comments:
Okay, now I'm crying.
I am a Navy wife and I did attemptto do that recently in a story I wrote titled Maybe Baby. It's hard to do (mostly because you end up making yourself cry while you are typing away). But when your beta readers tell you that you made THEM cry...Job well done. Good luck and many hugs from one military family to another.
Brilliant!!
I wasn't sure about the photo, but once you added the story & description, you reduced me to tears.
I'm crying too! Wow! So powerful!
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