Remembrance

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 everything
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 lonely 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 their eyes and I see they are scared like me.
They are sad and missing their loved ones also.
Worried that their loved ones may not come home.
I understand your anguish.
I can see it in their 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 received 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