 | Rolling clods dirt, whispering winds at night, blisters from the scorching sun at noon. Heavy gear and hot, heavy boots.
Only 19 but dodging bullets on the front line.Left behind a wife and three kids, a loving baby sister and a broken hearted mom. A dad who looked at his son and said "If you don't make it home, I love you son."
18 years old with a gilrfriend of six years, a full ride scholarship, and a fierce thirst to protect. Just in case he never it home he was a newly wed one week before he left. "I'm pregnant baby" she whispered and two tears rolled down his cheeks as waved goodbye.
21 years old and the biggest party animal in the world. Aching for disiplne and purpose. Standing in a white shirt and camoflouge pants, blue eyes filled steely determination, a thin mouth lined with promise.
All of them leaving beinf a broken hearted family and a worried baby sister.A sweet 16 they missed, a letter and card from each but special pin from one. Honor, Courage, Bravery, integrity it said.
No big acts of bravery, except for risking their lives every day and night so on more won't have to.
A purple heart deserved by each and every one.
Prayers said every night for safety. Thanks said for no folded flag at the door. And a prayer of sympathy and sorrow said for those who have that floded flag in a glass case.
Hats off, heads bowed, and hands over our hearts for the supermen of America. We're proud to Americans were freedom isnt really free, but we can ring the bell of freedom thanks to our supermen.
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