While Brad was serving overseas I found a wonderful forum, it was made up of other mom’s going through what I was going through, spouses, family members and friends of troops…..all gathered together to help each other through......oh...and then there were the Veterans! Oh boy, do I love those old vets!! They helped me more than I can ever tell you…..I RESPECT everyone of them. A few of them, well...I will never ever forget them…they went above and beyond, even after their service, as far as I’m concerned. They certainly did not have to sit there day after day and read posts from worried moms and spouses…they didn’t have to take the time to explain how “things work” or decipher military lingo....or sit for hours, post after post, and comfort us …. but that's what they did!
I *salute* them!
I got to know some of them pretty well…some were very stern and so hard core, a bit contankerous, they actually frightened me at times with their remarks….but I’ll tell ya what…when it mattered most…when I felt totally lost…………..those old grumps were there for me…with the kindest, warmest words I’ve ever read! And the stories they told…………..oh my goodness…it was like reliving history!!
Anyway….I have a great admiration for our Vets! For the sacrifices they made, for the Ultimate Sacrifice so many have made….and for those who are struggling with a 'war within'….We have to remember what our troops go through, and what “stays” with them for the rest of their lives………………….they fight for us….and some…fight for the themselves, the rest of their lives.
Some of the Vets were open about what they deal with...it's quite sad...to hear that from a strong, brave man..........
Brad was in Iraq after the war first started…
He saw a lot of things that no one should ever have to see…he lost a close friend while over there…that changed Brad….
...the war changed Brad……………………..
My son, is not the same young man I said good-bye to that dreadful day before his deployment….that young man is gone forever.
For those who made it home, [from any war], its a Blessing…for those who made it home, totally unscathed, it’s a Miracle.
I would give anything, in this case....to have a lot more Miracles than Blessings!
I have Steve’s grandfather’s dog-tags and Brad’s dog-tags hanging in my office……………I look at them every day...and
I will never forget!
Hum of Pain
A mother raised her son to be brave and to be strong
Never seemed to tell him though, how much our world is filled with wrongs
She never told him that could happen, as a mother, she prayed he’d be spared
There was nothing left inside of him, no sunny ray of light, just a barren, saddened haze
Reliving what his eyes have seen, aware…he will never be the same
He still hears those booms echoing loud, still feels that roar, like thunder, rumbling beneath his feet
Praying in the darkness for wings to come, guiding him toward a peaceful light, he can no longer seem to find.
As a Soldier, he has served his country, upheld his oath to protect and defend…..
Ripping and tearing and taunting, locked away, rapt deep within his core
That image imprisoned in his minds eye is the very beast that devours his soul
Never seemed to tell him though, there are many verses to life’s song
It’s a song without an ending, no lyrics, only images and a constant hum of pain
For a son who’s spirit is shattered, for a son, she knows she alone can’t save
She never dreamed this would happen, she’d always prayed he’d be spared
Waiting for those wings to come, bringing with them, hope and a gleaming ray of light
For his sacrifices past, and his sacrifices still….for his courage absolute
I pray a peaceful melody plays, with no images, just lyrics
And that song without an ending fades….and the hum of pain grows mute
Though I’ll never know the song of war…I can feel it’s hum of pain……..
Thanks for taking the time to visit and to read my post today...especially, today!