Memorial Day

To all military wives; past, present and future

Loving a soldier is a high price to pay,

loving him truly is hard when he's away.

It's being alone with nothing to hold;

it's being young, but feeling old;

it's having him whisper his love for you;

it's whispering back that you love him too.

There comes a kiss and a promise for more,

as his plane slowly rises to soar;

reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,

while your insides are dying from wanting him so,

watching him leave with eyes full of tears,

standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears.

It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,

to a far away love in a far away town.

It's going to church to kneel and pray,

and really meaning the things that you say.

Being in love will foster your dreams,

of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.

Days go by, no mail for a spell,y

ou wait for some word to hear that he's well.

Then a letter arrives, and you've given in,

to open his letter and read it with a grin,

yes, he is well and misses you so,

it's filled with the love you wanted to know.

Weeks are like months, and months are like years,

you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears.

Days go by slowly, how many have passed?

Yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,loneliness, sadness and despondent years.

Loving a soldier isn't much fun,

but it's worth the price when the battle is won;

and remember he is thinking of you everyday,

he's sad and he's lonely while so far away;

so love him and miss him and hold your head high,

be strong and have faith,

wipe that tear from your eye.
It's the high price you pay for loving a soldier…

THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier, how shall I deal with you?Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said, 'No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep...Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place, among the people here. They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, but if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod. As the soldier waited quietly, for the judgment of his God. 'Step forward now, you soldier, you've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, you've done your time in Hell.'

Author Unknown
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It's the military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press.

It's the military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech.

It's the military, not the politicians that ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

It's the military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag,and whose coffin is draped by the flag.

If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women who have served and are currently serving our country, and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.
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If you can read this, thank a teacher.
If you can read this in English, thank a solider!