For all of us who know what it feels like to get up every morning and dress just in case the Chaplain stops by, for all of us who have experienced what it does to you to know someone is dead but have no idea if it is our own, for all of us who take our phones to the toilets in hopes that we will hear that person's voice, for all of us who have buried our dead killed in action, for all of us who fell to our knees on 9/11 and watched those towers crumble, for all of us who have sent away our most precious gifts on the prayer that they will return, for all our firemen, police officers and first responders killed in 2001 by terrorists, for all the passengers on those planes, for the families that remember everyday why we fight in Afghanistan...today is for us. Bless our military, their families, and our first responders!
My attempts at staying sane by writing it all down. Every tired, emotional, wonderful, dark word.
For Those of Us...
For all of us who know what it feels like to get up every morning and dress just in case the Chaplain stops by, for all of us who have experienced what it does to you to know someone is dead but have no idea if it is our own, for all of us who take our phones to the toilets in hopes that we will hear that person's voice, for all of us who have buried our dead killed in action, for all of us who fell to our knees on 9/11 and watched those towers crumble, for all of us who have sent away our most precious gifts on the prayer that they will return, for all our firemen, police officers and first responders killed in 2001 by terrorists, for all the passengers on those planes, for the families that remember everyday why we fight in Afghanistan...today is for us. Bless our military, their families, and our first responders!
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