I remember the day 'he' was born... the baby who grew into our treasured Son. The first time I held 'her' in my arms, I thought "Thank you, God, for this precious present, our princess, our Daughter."
'He' was my protector, my role model, my teacher, my Brother. Thanks to 'her' I understood girls; she was my playmate, my friend, my Sister.
When 'he' walked into my life, loneliness left while joy and a true sense of purpose took its place... My Husband. Because of 'her' my heart grew wings of tenderness and love... My Wife.
Today, the son, the daughter, the brother, the sister, the husband, the wife, all are dedicating their lives to military service.
They put themselves in mortal danger in far-away places.
They carry broken bodies to be healed in military hospitals.
They fly their jets protecting their comrades on the ground.
They serve on ships in waters far from our home.
They train new recruits on obstacle courses, in gymnasiums and classrooms, or work in their offices supporting and preparing to lead their troops while strengthening the doubters and the broken hearted.
We miss their affection, guidance, sense of fun and sharing... but we live in the wisdom and wonder of their teachings and unswerving love and dedication.
For we are also Warriors who fight our battles in silence and with letters, memories and prayers.
We have inspired their sense of mission; we are the reason they serve. Our pictures and love letters are carried into conflict and looked upon with affection during the 'silent' times...
We are the sustainers of ... Continue
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