I live in a close knit community. We're a single street of houses, a single neighborhood, surrounded by miles of fields. We know each other, we take care of each other, we watch out for each other. One of the families here has been through a trying time - hubby deployed across the pond. We neighbors have all pitched in and taken care of his wife and three kids back here while their hubby/daddy has been protecting our freedom. We all take turns having the oil company fill her heating oil tank on our account, we've all taken turns babysitting, oil changes and maintenance on the family minivan, etc. Pretty much whatever we can do to make life easier for a single mom of three, including a new baby. Yesterday, we went and grabbed hubby from the airport and brought him home. Got to see him meet his 7 month old son for the first time, ever. Dude picked his son up and burst into tears. Like John Michael Montgomery says, there ain't nothing funny when a soldier cries. Still have to wipe my eyes every time I think of it. Most of us thank our service members for serving, we need to remember to thank their families too.