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|Thu, 03-27-2003 - 7:04am|
Today, a bugler played and a salute was fired while a young wife gripped
the hand of their small child trying to hold back the tears of sorrow.
As the sounds of Taps echoed across the hillside, the loneliness in her
heart grew. She flinched at the crack of the rifles as each round was
fired, knowing that she was left alone. As she left the funeral, the
tears of her heart began to fill her eyes and as she began to softly sob
the widow's tears she wondered how she was going to survive. Suddenly
as if the child knew, he reached out and took his Mommy's hand and spoke
in that small child voice "Mommy please don't cry."
Today, she reached the mountain that we spoke of so many months ago. It
is time that the proud sorority of sisters known as military wives join
hands, support and protect each other. Like those before you, and those
that will replace you, be strong. Look out for one another. Protect the
worried and the "wounded" from the prying public eyes. We will get
through this. We must get through this. We can never forget that the
person we love, the one that gives our lives meaning, is doing what they
are doing for us.
There are those that do not understand, others that do not care, and
still more that will never know the hardships nor the joys of being a
military wife. No one, and we mean NO ONE can take that title away from
you. You are special. You are the reason that they go to the mountain,
climb the mountain, and protect the mountain. It is a place that few
can go, for many do not have the strength, the courage, nor the
fortitude it takes to accomplish what your spouse is doing. It is
because of their sacrifices that we are a free nation.
Together we will make it through this, we will stand united, hands
joined, fingers entwined with one voice, one heart, and one goal. We
are a strong, special breed of woman - we are Military Wives.