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He Ain't Heavy; He's My BrotherThis entry was posted on April 6, 2007 8:53 AM and is filed under Family and The Troops. Last week I received a phone call from my friend Ryan Jazak. Ryan lives in the Milwaukee area; he's married and has a brand new baby son Eric Vincent Jazak. His son is named after his kid-brother, Eric Jazak, USMC. Ryan called to inform me that his brother Eric was flying in to Chicago's Midway Airport from Camp Pendleton and that Ryan, his Mom and Dad were driving to Chicago to pick him up. Ryan said that Eric surprised them and that Eric would be home, in Milwaukee, for about a week before he will be deployed to Iraq for his second tour of duty. Ryan asked if I'd like to meet them for a drink. Can you imagine the honor I felt, being asked to be part of this great family reunion? Honestly, I was tired and beat. I had my daughters coming over for dinner to celebrate my Jenny's 19th birthday and I knew that as soon as the "birthday party" was over, I was gonna hit the sack, but Ryan's call sent a surge of energy through my body. I remember being asked to drive up to Milwaukee a few days before Christmas to meet Eric for the first time upon his return from Iraq. That lunch lasted over 5-hours! Ryan said that Eric's flight was scheduled to land at about 9:00 PM, so I made some calls and although I hoped to treat them to Chicago's best deep-dish pizza (Geno's East closed at 10:00 PM) I settled for the only place open until 11:00 PM in the area; a Chilli's Restaurant in Rolling Meadows, IL. At about 10:15; Ryan, Eric and their Mom and Dad greeted me with hugs and kisses. It's always great to be with the Jazak's. Eric looked great and ready to defend freedom once again, and Ryan, Mom and Dad look relieved to have their baby home. (I don't care if Eric is a tried and true, battle-tested and decorated Marine, he's still their baby!) The people at Chilli's understood exactly what was going on and let us alone for as long as we wanted to stay. Hell, ... the waitress informed us that her Army-boyfriend just got home from Afghanistan 5-days ago. The great thing about the being part of this very special night was watching and listening. It was the Jazak's "love" for each other that touched me the most. A mother, a father, and an older brother embracing the youngest child. I get a tickle in my heart and I fight back a tear, when ever I see Ryan raise his glass to his kid-brother and toast; "You're my hero!" I'm sure the toast would be longer, but that's about all Ryan can get out before he chokes-up and tears well-up in his eyes. Actually, that's all that needs to be said, .. the straining voice and watery eyes speak volumes. With another 90-minute ride ahead of them, our reunion broke up a little after midnight. Yesterday I received a call from Ryan, ... he called to inform me that he just dropped Eric off at the airport and he needed someone to talk to. Again, I was honored to be at the other end of this conversation. Ryan, like everyone who knows Eric and knows what Eric has already been through and seen in Iraq, is scared to death and prays for his brother's safe return. All I could do was listen, support, and try and get a laugh out of Ryan. I let him know that we will all make sure that Eric gets so many "care packages" through support groups like Pat and Mac McCoy's Yellow Ribbon Support Group, (visit the Yellow Ribbon Support Group's website on the "Links" page of this website) that he'll come home early because of the cavity's he'll have from all the hard-candy they send him. That made him laugh, ... but at the end of our conversation, I could hear the same choked-up voice coming out of Ryan that I hear when he makes a toast to the younger brother that he loves so much. Ryan sent me the following email and I want to share it with everyone. Ryan writes; Well, I just wanted to write to you all and let you know that we just dropped my brother off in Chicago for his flight back to California. He came home on short notice to visit with us before he leaves for Iraq. He is scheduled to leave next Tuesday the 9th. Once again I ask you all to please keep him in your prayers along with everyone who sacrifices so much to keep us free. Many men and women overseas, and here on the homefront, sacrifice so much more than we can possibly fathom for this country. Please say a prayer for all of them this Easter weekend. It was very difficult watching Eric walk away as he left for his plane. We have gone though it many times before, but he was usually heading back to his home in Virginia. This time he is heading to war, and although I am behind him 100%, it still scares the shit out of me. I will have his new address and email address in about a week and I will let Joe know how you can all get in touch with him. God Bless to all. Ryan Jazak. The road is long With many a winding turn That leads us to who knows where Who knows when But I'm strong Strong enough to carry him He ain't heavy, he's my brother. So on we go His welfare is of my concern No burden is he to bear We'll get there For I know He would not encumber me He ain't heavy, he's my brother. If I'm laden at all I'm laden with sadness That everyone's heart Isn't filled with the gladness Of love for one another. It's a long, long road From which there is no return While we're on the way to there Why not share And the load Doesn't weigh me down at all He ain't heavy, he's my brother. He's my brother He ain't heavy, he's my brother. CommentsDisplay comments as (Linear | Threaded)
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