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You Don't Know Me
Although you don't know me,
every day, I think of you.
I worry about your safety
and I pray for you, too.
Although you don't know me,
and my face you've never seen,
I picture you on a carrier
....or flying in an F-15.
Although you don't know me,
please know that I care.
Though strangers, we are family
in the beliefs that we share.
Although you don't know me,
I know the work that you are doing
and the pride in our country
that you are renewing.
Alhtough you don't know me,
you have my utmost respect
for it's the future of my children
you are there to protect.
Although you don't know me
and we've never met,
the gift that you're giving
is one I'll never forget.
Although you don't know me,
many tears I have cried
as I try to imagine
what you're feeling inside.
Although you don't know me,
while you're there and I'm here
I'll ask God to watch over
each brave volunteer.
Although you don't know me,
my heart beats with hesitation,
when I hear you are being deployed
to and "undisclosed location."
Although you don't know me,
I know the fears you must hide
for a soldier in a uniform
is bravery, exemplified.
Although you don't know me,
please know by this poem
that I'll pray for you faithfully
until your safe return home.
Although you don't know me,
you make me one proud civilian,
but you need to know today
that I'm only one....in a million!
by Linda Ellis copyright 2001
101st
The sky is alive, an awesome display
101st is on it's way
They're our children, our sons
Can't help but weep
Saddam is their prey
Soon he'll forever sleep
They cover the sky with a sound of the Devil
Pray for them - they're heading for war
and war is Hell
May God bless them with fair winds, a following sea, and wings of eagles
Author Unknown
When you were Little
When you were a little boy I always held your hand. I held your hand to
help your little legs up the porch steps. To protect and shield you when we
crossed street. I’d grab on to your hand in a crowd so I wouldn’t lose you.
I’d grab your hand to lift you when you fell, or going through the haunted
house or on a scary ride in the amusement park. I held your hand to help
you on to the bus that first day of school and when you came home I reached
out my hand and helped you off. I held your hand while you lay in a
hospital bed sick. I held your hand when we would take walks in the park.
Even through out your teen age years (although not cool), when you were down
I’d hold your hand to assure you everything will be alright. Now you are a
soldier, so far away, and I can’t hold your hand, I must let go, but always
know son that when I let go, God grabs on. He will hold your hand when I
cannot.
Author:Unknown
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