The day he left I cried for hours.
For the soldier I loved was leaving. He would be one of the unlucky ones.
Over seas for a year or more.
Our children wondering when daddy was coming home.
My heart still pounds thinking of the day I got the letter, his C130 (plain)
crashed right over the Iraq border.
The screams where heard around the world that day.
The blood red ground smushed beneth the feet of the soldiers looking for any
survivors.
As the sand storm came in it was only a memory, but the ground relived it
everyday.
The battle scars of yesterday are todays memory.
As for my soldier, the father of my children, I will always remember him,
the love we shared will never be far.
They lost two hundred soldiers that day, but everyone of them love doing
what they did.
Fighting for the freedom we so dearly take for granted. As for those
soldiers they're lost, but not forgotten.
 
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