We should not only pray for our soldiers, but also for their families. Love gives, but also hurts, and these families make the biggest sacrifices of us all.

You say you are going away for training.

I say Thank God,

For I know that soon it could be
North Korea
Or Iraq.

When I fell in love with you
I thought I could handle it--
I’m not so sure now.

You’re a part of me,
And I am finding it harder each day
To restrain the tears; to shake the fear

That you won’t come back this time.

Desert Storm,
Honduras,
Iraq.
I wasn’t there for those engagements,
But I know that you were blessed to return unscathed…
So, I try to stay positive
To keep myself occupied by recalling that I must live today;

Cherish you in every way…

But I can’t stop my mind from photographing--
Every move, every expression, every nuance--
It’s a reaction to pain unspeakable.
Sure to provide me with lots of memories
In the case that memories

Are all that I am left with.

War stinks.
But to the heart of the one that loves the warrior
Loving the warrior is the greatest torment of all.