I Support Our Troops
My oldest son is 32 years old.
I have not really felt like i intimately knew him
for
a
verrry long time...years
in fact since he was clean of any mood altering substances, numbing with alcohol, and only God
knows what else he was doing since...
missle school
gradeschool?
i think i knew when he was a sophmore in HS
that he was not the same...
more of an instinct
than something specific
i could touch,
feel,see,hear smell
anyways he was at the beginning of Iraqi Freedom(7 yrs ago)
and he is still not too much better than
he was when he first came home...
eyes hollow
dull
what happened to that ornery sparkle
in those big brown eyes?
closed now...
forced shut
one week in between
war atrocities
and
home...
seein all the buds he went
through grade school ,HS, and off to the manly man
MARINES...
the scene is all wrong
they all should be
together hittin the bars
but together they carried
his best friend
separated at birth twin
in a flag drapped casket
where his buddy lay
all waxy looking
no cheshire cat grin
his mom
gone wherever mothers go when they are forced to bury a child...
me, alone, with barriers all around me
broke, and wept
not the few polite dab at your eyes tears...
but an all out groaning that
came from the depths of my soul
nose running body shaking
all consuming grief
cry that God collects and saves in a bottle
so we know our tears
are not in vain
someone sees
and intimately knows
each of our tears,
why they were shed,
and we were not alone.....
holla at my boy "baby G"
and remind him he's
still and always will be
my honey.....
shhhh, don't let him
hear that...he's still and always will be
a MARINE
I have not really felt like i intimately knew him
for
a
verrry long time...years
in fact since he was clean of any mood altering substances, numbing with alcohol, and only God
knows what else he was doing since...
missle school
gradeschool?
i think i knew when he was a sophmore in HS
that he was not the same...
more of an instinct
than something specific
i could touch,
feel,see,hear smell
anyways he was at the beginning of Iraqi Freedom(7 yrs ago)
and he is still not too much better than
he was when he first came home...
eyes hollow
dull
what happened to that ornery sparkle
in those big brown eyes?
closed now...
forced shut
one week in between
war atrocities
and
home...
seein all the buds he went
through grade school ,HS, and off to the manly man
MARINES...
the scene is all wrong
they all should be
together hittin the bars
but together they carried
his best friend
separated at birth twin
in a flag drapped casket
where his buddy lay
all waxy looking
no cheshire cat grin
his mom
gone wherever mothers go when they are forced to bury a child...
me, alone, with barriers all around me
broke, and wept
not the few polite dab at your eyes tears...
but an all out groaning that
came from the depths of my soul
nose running body shaking
all consuming grief
cry that God collects and saves in a bottle
so we know our tears
are not in vain
someone sees
and intimately knows
each of our tears,
why they were shed,
and we were not alone.....
holla at my boy "baby G"
and remind him he's
still and always will be
my honey.....
shhhh, don't let him
hear that...he's still and always will be
a MARINE
By:
clgsassy
Age:
56-60
,
Female
