Breaking News Lyrics - Radney Foster

Breaking News 

You pick him up, brush him off, wipe his tears, hug his cheers. Then one day, all too soon, this 

boy stands up and confidently speaks those words 'Duty, Honor, and Country'. I wonder where 

he learned those words, a knowing parent proudly smiles; For now God controls his future miles. 

A boy, almost man, proudly wears his new wings as he flys his C130 to Afghanistan. A parent 

waves a weak-kneed good-bye too proud for words, I can not lie. 

Minutes become hours, days become years and months an eternity. An occasional satellite call 

from the Middle East just to say "hello" and "I'm all right". These few minutes spent creates such 

a bright light. 

The flicker from the computer monitor dances on the ceiling; oh, it must be 3 am again, what a 

feeling. Get up to check for breaking news; 2nd time tonight, that's not so bad. And I'll bet I'm 

not the only worried Dad. 

What's this I read; a skirmish in Afghanistan? Not much detail; I'll have to wait. No sleep tonight - 

it would be late. A Texas based cargo plane misses the airdrop zone; no one knows why; no one 

blames. The pallets splash down in the river; there are no flames. With a heavy heart the 

commander reacts; must retrieve those pallets; we must all act. 

I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. Three fine young boys, almost men; and one brave young girl, 

someone's daughter. These four brave heroes depart on their fateful mission. Rapidly swept 

downstream, too far to have known. They crossed that invisible line where the hostility has 

grown. Gunfire rings out; all are wounded; rescue team needed; Secure that area with extreme 

caution heeded; More gunfire and several combatants are lost; all enemy insurgents - their 

ultimate cost. The commander announces a priority mission; retrieve our wounded and get them 

safe. Get in get out; use the quickest route. 

I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. Four young boys, almost men; prepare their C130 to fly across 

that invisible line. Loaded with nurses, medics and special forces too, they land on a newly 

acquired airstrip, looking everywhere for a clue. 

Load up the wounded; three young boys, almost men and one brave girl, someone's daughter. 

Job well done; God's speed out; come on C130 - hurry the pace- the pressure is on, it's a life 

saving race. 

But the master plan is sometimes mystifying; all four wounded heroes lose their battle for life. 

Their bodies land fine and heroes they are; But God takes their soles on a journey afar 

This C130 crew, now four strong men, are back in Bagram and in their canvas den; And on the 

phone you hear - can't tell you anything Dad - but check the news. We are all safe; all our crews 

But four sets of parents got that horrific news. And it occurred to me how much they too must 

hate that Breaking News. 

God Bless our Heroes 

wrritten by Jim Portale, Sr May 2010 

In honor of our men & women serving their country past, present and future