They were born on April 18th at 0218 and 0228. That's military speak for 2:18 a.m. and 2:28 a.m. They were named before they were born. If they were boys, the firstborn would be Daniel and the second would be David. Since the moment when that tiny egg split in the first days after conception, they've been extraordinary.
Their indisputable due date was April 4th. They were born exactly two weeks past that date. They weighed in a 6 lbs 8 oz and 6 lbs 14 oz. - more than their singleton sisters weighed when they were born.
They were sweet, easy babies. We laid them on the couch on their bellies head-to-head and they almost always reached for each other. When one rolled over, the other rolled over - usually within a day - same with crawling, walking, potty training, talking, etc. And they took turns being first - so much the same and yet different. Each had his own personality but both were sweet, loving, adventurous, and kind.
At school they had their own friends, but as one teacher put it, each always had his eye on the other.
As soon as they were old enough, they joined Boy Scouts and both excelled. It was such a good fit for them. They were competitive and motivated and earned their badges with pride. One Memorial Day morning, after they discovered numerous large turtles laying eggs in the empty lot across the street, they headed for the parade downtown to honor fallen soldiers.
They were the flag bearers and I thought my heart would burst with pride. Little did I know it was only the beginning.
They did well in high school both academically and athletically. But they didn't do well enough to earn scholarships and, since we had six children, college was looking like a dream that might not come true. One day they came home and told us their football coach told them that there were scholarships available and the main prerequisite was good character. So, with some trepidation but no hesitation, I urged them to pursue this course and they found their niche.
There was a military school in Missouri looking for boys like ours. They applied and were accepted. They went to summer camp at Ft. Knox, Kentucky. And did well. They completed the first year of college at Kemper Military School and College and moved up the cadet ranks very quickly.
The second summer they went to camp at Ft. Lewis, Washington and it became more and more apparent that our boys were becoming their own men. I tear up when I think of that feeling of them slipping away. But that was mixed with pride because they seemed to earn every accolade and accomplish every goal with determination and aplomb.
One elusive medal was the exception. For three summers they tried for the Army's Expert Infantryman's Badge, a very prestigious and hard-to-get award. The first summer they missed. The next summer resulted in another rare miss. The third summer they started out with 98 other young men. Three of that group of 100 earned their badges that summer. Two of them were Dan and Dave.
Here they are being sworn in to the United States Army.
Not too long after that, they went to Airborne School. I don't think much can compare with watching your beloved twins jump out of an airplane. But of course they both did their jumps bravely and they both graduated.
And then there was Ranger School. Those words can freeze the heart of any mother who's sons are thinking of going. And mine was doubly frozen because they both went. It's grueling beyond description and the graduates are young men of great strength, determination, and fortitude. They graduated after being tested to the greatest extent possible - both physically and mentally.
At this point, it was pretty much assumed that they would be career Army men. The fit was perfect and before we knew it, they were both Captains.
I've often pondered the chances that the year that they were Company Commanders, the United States would invade Iraq. The odds were so against it. When they joined, we weren't involved in any big military conflicts and it seemed like, if I held my breath just right, they would join the Army, get an education, see the world, and retire after twenty years. Who knew that so much more could be involved.
Who knew that while the world watched on TV the start of the bombing and the invasion, we pictured our sons somewhere in the desert that spanned Kuwait and Iraq with a company of men - ready to lead.
Both were commanders of Engineer companies. One of their companies was in a Tank Battalion and the other was in an Infantry Battalion. So as the Third Infantry Division (ID) leapfrogged to Baghdad, our sons led the way. There were two large mine fields that had to be breached in order for the Third ID to enter the capital city. Each of our sons' companies cleared one. There was a bridge that was loaded with explosives to keep the U. S. Army from crossing it. One of their companies had to secure it ensuring the army's progress. There was the dangerous and dramatic Thunder Run through Baghdad. One of them was in it. The other waited at the Baghdad International Airport where they saw each other for the first time in almost two months.
They were both nominated and received the Silver Star, the third highest military decoration awarded for valor in the face of the enemy. They're also Bronze Star and Purple Heart recipients along with a myriad of other ribbons and medals whose meanings are too diverse to list here.
They've been stationed together about half the time they've been in the service and they've had a lot of fun with that. At Ft. Leonard Wood, they shared a duplex. The nameplates on each end of the long house announced that Captain Hibner lived there. More than one person asked them how they got the whole house to themselves until they found out there were two Captain Hibners and they looked just alike (especially in uniform). And it seemed like every time they met someone new, that person said, "Oh, you're one of the twins". To this day, they're always running into someone who greets them like a long lost friend but who they've never laid eyes on. The person is getting reacquainted with the wrong twin.
Then there was the early morning run that Captain Dave participated in. He was a forerunner in the group and as he passed a driveway, a young soldier not paying enough attention, hit him with his car. Fortunately Dave wasn't hurt but imagine how that young man felt when he looked at the guy he hit and felt like he was looking in the eyes of his Company Commander for it was one of Captain Dan's men driving the car. He had to have been thinking, "this just isn't my day".
So that's a synopsis of our wonderful sons. They're fathers of seven children between them and the children call their uncle, Uncle Daddy, because he looks just like their dad and he's closer than an uncle. Here they are on the 4th of July, 2009 with Harry and I, their wives and their children.
They both renovate every house they live in and spend a lot of their 'leave' time helping us with our house. Two summers ago we got a new roof thanks to these wonderful boys. They're both so nice and so good and so perfect (at least in my eyes).
And they're almost exactly like the soldier who belongs to your neighbor or your fellow congregant or your co-worker. They're loved to the tips of their toes and treasured beyond measure. And they're deployable so their wives and their children spend Father's Days and Christmases and Fourth of Julys without them. We write to them, send them care packages, and count the days until they come home but nothing fills that empty space that they leave behind. And all we can do is pray that the empty space is temporary.
They're the men and women who have fought and are fighting for the ideal that this country stands for. Without them, we might not be writing whatever we want in our blogs; and we might not be free to start our online businesses and Etsy shops. Freedom is the gift of this country. It's something that our ancestors started when they came here and their descendants fought for when that freedom was at stake.
The American soldier. Our sons. Your sons, cousins, neighbors, nephews.... as it's always been - the best fighting for the rest.
And this Independance Day we'll all pray for their safe return; and that freedom is a gift that our descendants will forever enjoy.
This post first appeared at
theiheartblog where I guest posted while Bec is on vacation.
Then I was surprised to see him leave the water and actually start walking on dry land. I never see them on dry land. That's why I continue to walk at Striebel Pond. Once I spotted the muskrat, that I thought looked a lot like a regular rat, I became curious about where he was going and what he was doing. Naturally pictures were in order.
It appeared that he was gathering something.
Yep, no doubt about it. He had a giant mouthful of weeds and grass and he was headed back to the water (where he belongs).
Work work work. He was so busy. He got to the water and kept right on going.
So I did a little research and I found out that muskrats actually build dens, much like beavers, that are complete with dry chambers and underwater tunnels. They also build ventilation holes which are hidden at the surface by branches and vegetation. That explains the mouthful of weeds, right?
But then I read this: Muskrats have a high reproductive rate, producing up to four litters per year with six to seven young per litter! And, they're polygamous.
And I'm absolutely positive that there's nothing endearing about muskrat love.
