After reading Smoochie's post, I again reflected on my own moments of heartache some 37 years ago. A young man that I loved very much screamed his last words to me as he left "Pat, I will always love you and don't ever forget it". I always thought he would come back safely from Vietnam and we would marry, but destiny had something different. We always remember where we were when John Kennedy was killed or the Twin Towers fell, but this is a day that I know minute for minute, as my dad walked into my apt and said those dreaded words that I couldn't accept. My first love was coming home, but not the way it was supposed to be. I am fortunate to have a husband who totally understands the feelings I have and allows me to keep his memory alive by putting flowers on his grave on his birthday and other memorial days. My friend's family treat me as a family member.
So at night, I always remember our soldiers who so freely give of themselves and I want to copy smoochie's plan of a prayer box, so that this war can end soon and bring your husbands, sons, fathers, uncles, wives, daughters, mothers, aunts and friends home safely. May an army of angels watch over them.