My son, brave warrior you were, returned home at last as I watch you get off the plane with your fellow men of honor. Your eyes lit up the last I saw you, telling me your were going off to fight in a place with hundred degree weather and no end in sight.
Now I see you come home to me, wrapped in the flag you swore your life too, and I have never been more proud of you. There may never be an end to anything, but I'm proud that you gave your life so others could live.
Frenchie almost 3 years ago
oh... so sad. This is a fact of life beautifully written...