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    Posted November 22, 2009 by
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    Salute to troops

    Boots

     

    This is a picture of my son Tyler and my daughter Mallory.  He is a Sgt. at Ft. Bragg in NC with the 82nd Airborne and currently serving in Afghanistan.  This is something I wrote for him after he came home on leave and had to return to Afghanistan.  The pain of this war is so far reaching and the emotional toll it takes on us all is indescribable.  We are so very proud of him and love and miss him more than words can say...May God Bless all of our troops and bring them home safe!! GO ARMY!!

     

    Boots

     

    It's late

     

    or it's early..

     

    I am not sure which

     

    anymore.

     

    We tried staying awake

     

    all night

     

    to make it last..

     

    maybe stop time.

     

    It didn't work.

     

    No magic.

     

    The dawn

     

    it is not here yet..

     

    but it is coming

     

    and I am exhausted

     

    emotionally

     

    physically

     

    weary.

     

    I have always said...

     

    I cannot do this...

     

    I won't make it.

     

    But here I am

     

    living it..

     

    doing it.

     

    Feeling it.

     

    His sister is still asleep

     

    I doubt

     

    if it is

     

    restful.

     

    Although we don't

     

    speak

     

    of it

     

    I am sure her dreams

     

    are as

     

    haunted

     

    as mine.

     

    So as I

     

    climb the stairs

     

    to see if he

     

    is ready

     

    I push open

     

    the door

     

    slightly...

     

    and I see them

     

    I remember them...

     

    as much as I try to

     

    forget

     

    they are there.

     

    Boots...

     

    the color of sand

     

    through the crack

     

    in the

     

    door

     

    My eyes

     

    follow

     

    them up..

     

    to the uniform.

     

    My heart skips

     

    a beat.

     

    He is

     

    gone.

     

    My

     

    boy

     

    is gone.

     

    The

     

    soldier is

     

    back.

     

    Stoic

     

    and stern.

     

    Strong and

     

    proud.

     

    His shoulders

     

    are so broad now

     

    I notice the seams

     

    stretching

     

    across them.

     

    And it

     

    terrifies me

     

    the weight

     

    they carry.

     

    I close the

     

    door

     

    without him seeing.

     

    Breathe

     

    Breathe...

     

    I watch his

     

    back

     

    as he walks away

     

    I tried not to

     

    cry...

     

    but the tears

     

    spilled out

     

    anyway.

     

    The last glimpse

     

    around the

     

    corner...

     

    his boots...

     

    my

     

    heart...

     

    my soldier

     

    my son.

     

    My

     

    God

     

    Bring him

     

    back

     

    to

     

    me.

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