Since the second that Traitor Biden called for a fear-filled middle of the night retreat betraying everyone in the world and untold numbers of friends on the ground there has been a group of U.S. veterans of Afghanistan who have been working 24/7 to get trusted friends of years out of that now hell-hole. Literally, they’ve not slept for the past week and a half.
I got a call yesterday from this group wanting my contacts actively in communication with what’s happening inside Hamid Karzai International Airport (HKAIA) and environs so that last second logistics could be arranged. I did that. You never know whose friend of a friend will be the key to getting out one… more… soul…
What I heard in the voice of this long-time friend dragged me right into the middle of all this, filling me with adrenaline. I said that I wanted to fly them over right now and Just. Get. The. Job. Done. He was, of course, simply mission driven, dead pan logical, already doing the impossible with the impossible.
Here’s the deal: If I was consulted about HKAIA, a mere priest in the back ridges of Appalachia, you gotta know that the situation is even worse than what we see on the news, much worse. Hell… Hell…
What more can I do? Lower the flag? And pray? Yes, both of these things…
Hopefully this handing over of contact info will be one of a myriad little things that will accomplish the goal, which in this case is about getting close, trusted friends out, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one… no sleep… gotta get it done… one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one … by … … …
… dead … silence …
Hail Mary… pray for us now and at the hour of our death…
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
Amen.
And now I hear they gave the Taliban a list of Americans and Afghan translators to facilitate their safe departure. Seriously? A list to kill them. So sad. I am praying Fr. George constantly. Asking Mother Mary and Archangel Michael to intervene. God Bless our soldiers and the innocent victims…
Praying.
St. Michael, defend them, please.