Post by Nicole on Jun 8, 2006 21:46:36 GMT -5
Maybe you didn't know that I am proud of you. For everything you were before. For everything you are today. I am proud that you were a soldier when I was young, and you were young. I listen to all the songs on the radio about being a man, being a soldier and fighting for freedom and a tear runs down my cheek.
Thoughts about how nice you looked in your army uniform come to mind when I would glance over at your handsome thin face while you put your cap on. You even looked good in your light brown, black and green army outfit that you wore while you were going out in the field. You don't know how proud I was at the age of five years old to look up into your face and know that you fought for my freedom. To know that you would die for me, my friends, people I didn't know. You don't know how scared I was at that age to lose my dad. I understood the importance of it all. I knew that you could die and inside my stomach churned every time you went away. I knew inside that you were doing what was morally right. You were doing something so important that even my own heart could not disagree with your choice. Even at that young age.
My children watch my face as I listen to the radio. They see nothing but compassion as the tear rolls down my cheek. My son asks "Mommy why are you crying?"
I try to speak normal and my eyes dart around. "Because mommy's daddy was a soldier," Lelia speaks for me.
I don't have to tell her anymore how much I love you, how proud I am of you because she knows that when I hear the words from the radio I think of you. She knows that when I sing so loud with the tears rolling down my cheeks that I am proud of you. She says "My grandpa was a soldier." and she is also then proud of you. One thing that you have given me that I am unable to ever return is the feeling of knowing the mission. The feeling of knowing that you put your life on the line for me. Being proud of something that hurt me so bad inside, knowing that it wasn't about me. Giving me the ability to accept at such a young age that there were some things that were beyond question, beyond selfishness, beyond love. That was what you gave me.
Every time I see a soldiers boots hanging from a telephone line, dad I am going to think of you.
When I get my own house I am going to get me some of those boots and I am going to toss them up on that telephone line outside of my house weather you are dead or alive so that I can look up and think about my dad every day. You will see, I thank you for being a man.
Love Me
Thoughts about how nice you looked in your army uniform come to mind when I would glance over at your handsome thin face while you put your cap on. You even looked good in your light brown, black and green army outfit that you wore while you were going out in the field. You don't know how proud I was at the age of five years old to look up into your face and know that you fought for my freedom. To know that you would die for me, my friends, people I didn't know. You don't know how scared I was at that age to lose my dad. I understood the importance of it all. I knew that you could die and inside my stomach churned every time you went away. I knew inside that you were doing what was morally right. You were doing something so important that even my own heart could not disagree with your choice. Even at that young age.
My children watch my face as I listen to the radio. They see nothing but compassion as the tear rolls down my cheek. My son asks "Mommy why are you crying?"
I try to speak normal and my eyes dart around. "Because mommy's daddy was a soldier," Lelia speaks for me.
I don't have to tell her anymore how much I love you, how proud I am of you because she knows that when I hear the words from the radio I think of you. She knows that when I sing so loud with the tears rolling down my cheeks that I am proud of you. She says "My grandpa was a soldier." and she is also then proud of you. One thing that you have given me that I am unable to ever return is the feeling of knowing the mission. The feeling of knowing that you put your life on the line for me. Being proud of something that hurt me so bad inside, knowing that it wasn't about me. Giving me the ability to accept at such a young age that there were some things that were beyond question, beyond selfishness, beyond love. That was what you gave me.
Every time I see a soldiers boots hanging from a telephone line, dad I am going to think of you.
When I get my own house I am going to get me some of those boots and I am going to toss them up on that telephone line outside of my house weather you are dead or alive so that I can look up and think about my dad every day. You will see, I thank you for being a man.
Love Me