| Rememberance |
| I was standing at my window the other evening, wondering if you are ever coming home. then I remembered the day you left. I was just like today. A brisk breeze, leaves falling softly from the trees, and I stood there. I watched as your truck backed out of the driveway and you drove away. again today as they did that day...the tears fall down. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. and today I sit here, huddled in a tent, dark wet cold and scared, writing you this letter. It is hard here, the days are long and the nights are endless. I think of you every moment. Standing there waving through the tears as I drove away. Tears falling down my face also. I know it is an honor to be here, and I am proud to wear the colors of my country, but I still wish every moment I could be with you. I watched the news today, and I saw how they try to make everything look easy. and I want to believe them, that you are safe and sound, and that everythig will be ok. but I know it's not. Men are dieing and that could be you. I am very proud of you. I love you. Our camp was hit by a sniper last night. I am ok but we had a lot of casualties. My best friend here was hit, sitting only 3 inches over from me. It is very lonley here. I am proud of you, for loving me, even knowing what I am doing here. It is hard, I see these children and realize why we are here. Why the children... Children, funny that you mention them. the doctors told me today, We are expecting. I hope you will be here soon. I wish you never had to go, but I love you. my tears fall every night thinking about you. please come home safe, sound, and soon. My own child, what a wonderful blessing. I think of you and our baby, then I load up my rifle and push on. These people, they are all children too. I look in thier eyes and I see they are scared like me. They are sad and missing thier loved ones also. Worried that their loved ones may not come home. I understand your anguish. I can see it in thier eyes, and feel it in my heart. Be strong my love, I will be home soon. The tears are falling hard now, as I am still standing at my window. Clutching to my heart the letter I recieved just today. Dear Mrs. Clark, it begins, I am sorry for your loss, what a horrible way to begin a letter, Your Husband was a hero to our men, but who will be a hero to our son, He gave his life to save others, yet took my soul when he went, We will forever remember him as a caring loving man, and so will I. AmyMarie 1/15/02 |