Hi Carla

I think this is a great thing you are doing. I had a brother in Vietnam, and I also had a brother in this war also, who is now home safe.  So I know how the families of our guys and girls over there feel.  Bless you for doing this.

I have found a poem, I ran across about a month ago, while searching for, who know's what, and I'd like to post it here.  I think it fits.

                         My Son

Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in lavender so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.


I fold the frock across my breast,
And in imagination, ah, my sweet,
Once more I hush my babe to rest,
And once again I warm those little feet.


Where do those strong young feet now stand?
In flooded trench, half numb to cold or pain,
Or marching through the desert sand
To some dread place that they may never gain.


God guide him and his men to-day!
Though death may lurk in any tree or hill,
His brave young spirit is their stay,
Trusting in that they'll follow where he will.


They love him for his tender heart
When poverty or sorrow asks his aid,
But he must see each do his part -
Of cowardice alone is he afraid.


I ask no honours on the field,
That other men have won as brave as he -
I only pray that God may shield
My son, and bring him safely back to me!


                          Ada Tyrrell


 

God Bless all our friends and family and loved ones in this war.

Bj