Before Darkness, Awakens, To Rise

David Klovis grew up in Fresno. His father had been inwept.David pulled his wife to him and shut his eyes
the Air Force, loved everything about airplanes andagainst the bright heat of his own tears. Stroking her
moved his family into a new home within a mile of thehair he repeated the only thing he was able to utter.... "I
airport's runway.David had inherited his father's love oflove you. I love you, Ellie."~~*~~The night before David
all things associated with aviation. He never tired ofwas to leave he tucked Ginene into bed, sat on the
watching the aircraft land and take off--or hearing theedge of the mattress and studied the drowsy face of
growl of the ANG--144th Fighter Wing, F-16 Fightinghis little girl. Images of the day-to-day moments he
Falcons.So it was that David had a house built asshared with his family played out in his thoughts. That is
close to the airport as the one he had lived in as awhat he'd miss the most--the simple pleasures that
child. At most, it was a ten minute drive from home togave life to the heart of him. He shook his head, then
work--The Air National Guard. Eight years ago Stafflooked out into the night. Winter's cold breath had
Sgt. David Klovis had made a career of the Guard andfrosted the edges of the window. Unawares, David
he had never regretted his decision.At thirty years ofshivered.He felt a tug on his sleeve. "Daddy, what's the
age he was very satisfied with life. He had a wife,matter?"David turned to his daughter. "I'm going to be
young daughter, and two lovable male Labs--one black,gone for a while. I'm leaving tomorrow and you and
one chocolate. He had a job he enjoyed and goingMommy will come to the airport to see me off.""Will
home at the end of the day was always a pleasure.you be back before dark? Will you be here to tuck me
His wife, Ellie, with her ready smile and welcomingin at night?" A troubled expression creased her
embrace was something he looked forward to. Shortlybrow.David smiled. "I'd love that. But I don't know when
after arriving home he'd usually find his daughter,I'll be able to. Soon, I hope.""Me, too!" She pursed her
Ginene, in the backyard with the Labs.The two "boys"trembling lips. "I don't much like the dark.""Ah, Honey, I
and his daughter were inseparable. David had broughtknow." He nodded to the Labs. "Hunter and Duncan will
the siblings home six months before his daughter waskeep you safe."Ginene looked from the Labs to her
born. They were gifts; one for his wife and one for hisdad. She then reached out and hugged her father
unborn daughter. Ellie had named them--the black puparound the neck.~~*~~It had been a splendid spring
was Duncan, and the chocolate pup's name wasday. From her swing Ginene watched heavy, fat
Hunter.Today they were celebrating their fifth birthday.clouds with gray bellies traveling west from the Sierras.
True, the boys' birthday and Ginene's were six monthsThe setting sun cast clean, bright light out, limning the
apart, but his daughter insisted that their birthdays beclouds in an orangy glow. A breeze kicked up and
observed on the same day, as they were all family inblew over Ginene like a sigh.Hunter and Duncan were
her eyes.He and Ellie had a special evening planned fortussling on the lawn. They suddenly looked up and
Ginene and the boys. A DVD rental, popcorn, andwhined happily.Ginene climbed out of the swing and
drinks. David was to get take-out Chinese food forstood watching the Labs. Curious as to why they
dinner. After their meal they'd all gather in the familywere behaving so oddly."My sweet daughter, you
room to watch a Disney movie, "Homeward Bound."have grown some since last I saw you. Oh, how I
Ellie was not too big on cake. Neither were the boys.have missed you."Duncan and Hunter whimpered and
Popcorn was everyone's favorite and was a mustwagged their tales. Ginene crossed over to them and
when watching a movie. Ice teas or diet colas werelooked around."You two take care of her, will you?"
the cool frosty beverages of choice.When the nightThe Labs stood, one to each side of Ginene. They
wore down and David and Ellie found the little oneswere panting and smiling--their whole bodies wagging
snuggled together on the soft carpet, with pillows alltheir welcome.Then, with the senses that children and
around them... it was time for bed. David went toa few gifted adults possess, she gazed out toward
Ginene and talked quietly to her, while rocking herthe sunset and muttered one word...
shoulder in an attempt to awaken her. He ended up"Daddy?!"~~*~~That morning the global war on
pulling his daughter into his arms and carrying her to herterrorism had claimed the life of many American
bedroom. Ellie convinced the boys it was bedtime andpatriots. David was killed in a grenade attack on the
directed them to follow her. Reluctant, with sleepyIraqi-Kuwait border. His name, rank, and cause of
faces on, they shuffled behind.David gently settled hisdeath would be added to the growing Memorial of
daughter into her bed, pulled the covers up to her chinNational Guard men and women who had given their
and kissed her warm cheek. Ellie nodded to the boys.lives for the freedom of strangers.To their family, they
They circled three times, then laid down besideare everything. To their country, they are the blood of
Ginene's bed. Within the hour they'd be nestled 'roundthe nation. The fiber of integrity, and valor. They are
Ginene. All three breathing deep and steady, dreamingthe spirit of freedom and every American should be
dreams and sighing contentedly.After changing into hisproud to call them "kin."May your day be blessed, and
sleeping clothes, David lumbered into the kitchen andevery day that wakens you anew...~~*~~***~~*~~For
prepared a pot of coffee. He pulled out a chair and satall the men and women who have served their
at the table. He was dearly hoping the coffee wouldcountry, I dedicate this story.Copyright 2005 Kathy
clear his mind, anchor his thoughts, so he could sort outPippig HarrisI live in central, sunny California, where I
the frantic reality that was delivered to his inbox earliershare my life with my husband and our furry family. I
in the day."Honey, something the matter?" Ellie walkedwork full time for a living, and I write in order to live
over to him and gingerly put her hand on his neck. Herfully.My works have been featured in many online
skin was cool and silky. Her touch, calming. She satpublications and in traditional print. I am also a weekly
down beside him, squeezed his knee reassuringly.Hiscolumnist for the publication "Frank Talk" which is
voice was rough, subdued. "I received orders today."distributed in several counties in the tri-state area of
He turned to Ellie. "I'm being sent to Iraq."Ellie drew in aMichigan, Ohio, and Missouri. I've written four books and
quick breath, then bit her lower lip. Her eyes grew widemy fifth book, "For the Spirit-Soul," a collection of my
and gleamed with sudden tears. She nodded, flashedshort stories and poems was recently published.
him a weak smile, put her hand to her mouth and