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		<title>Comment on Our Son&#8217;s Arrival Home from Iraq by kennardg</title>
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		<description>I too can enter into your praise for a son &#039;s home coming. I remember vividly coming home from a particularly bad operational spell in Rhodesia where we had one of our men killed. There were yellow ribons on trees from about 50 miles before our base. As we drove along, the ribons became more plentiful untill we arived at the base in Bulawayo where there was a special reception committee to welcom us home. There was not a dry eye among the troops or the welcoming committee and loved ones who were there. What a mighty God we serve who has preserved your son and all those brave young men who came home with him.</description>
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