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Showing posts with label Support our Military Families. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Support our Military Families. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The Poem I Wrote Which Means the Most to Me

It is not easy to be the wife of a Soldier, especially during war.  I remember what a difficult place in life I found myself when I first wrote this poem.  I thought I had made it.  I thought Randy was coming home to stay.  He was not, he had been gone for two years to Afghanistan and Iraq. When he returned I knew he was called to go back with the State Department.  I wrestled with the Lord on that one, but in the end, I knew he was called. I had known from the first conversation we ever had he was called to be a Soldier, a leader, the kind which is becoming more rare all the time.  He is a soft spoken man, and was never one of those loud, gregarious, and overbearing type of leaders.  When one is quietly confident, it usually relates to accomplishments already made, humility which is sincere, and it is a natural by-product of true honor.

He has been gone another three years, and the opportunity for me to join him in Germany is the only thing that has kept me going for a while now.  I cannot wait.



Sometimes  it is difficult to get a gift for a Soldier, I always think very hard about what to get mine.  For Christmas I got him a little canoe.  When he was a kid he would  go fishing with his dad in a little row boat, his dad has been gone many years now, but he still talks about fishing in that boat with his dad.  Now it is time for Valentine's and I decided that carefully  chosen words of admiration and love were fitting,  I wasn't going to share them with anyone but him, but when he read them, he felt they might speak to others as well... and so here for every Soldier, and everyone who loves a Soldier, words from my heart.  To my beloved, Happy Valentine's Day!


If

If there stood before me 1000 men,
Each of whose lives I had observed again and again.

If I had watched them closely at command,
Of Soldiers, equipment, and resources try to meet war’s great demands.

If I knew their lives, credentials, and previous work,
How they handled things, and I were privy to each little quirk.

If the fate of personal liberty, the freedom of us all,
Hung in the balance, and without the right leadership would forever fall.

If there would be before us, only one chance,
To meet in battle some terrible foe, and the art of war to dance.

If by the wisdom and expertise of only one man,
The defenses of our country would fail or stand.

If you, my love, stood among those men in their rows,
The one whom no other I have ever loved so.

If somehow it were my duty the right decision to deliver,
My mind could easily make the choice, but my heart would quiver.

If I knew the man I chose would never come home,
Could I give what it cost, the most valuable thing I own?

If in my decision, would the moral courage by which I have watched you live,
Empower me to do the right thing, and the sacrifice to give.

If as I considered all that lay in the balance, to me you would clearly state,
What your own choice would be and how you would face your fate.

If, as I know would happen, I knew who stood above the rest.
Could I, in selfishness, select the one who was second best?

If there stood before me 1000 men,
This I pray before God, that I never will know how it ends.



 

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

A Collection for Women

I first published this page on another blog that I write, and I am republishing it here to present it in the continuity of this series of poems I wrote on women and our experiences in war and to add all of these poems to my poetry blog.  I have written many other poems about all the roles women play in war, and I hope you will read them as well.   Here again I offer some of the thoughts that I experienced as I anticipated a trip to Washington D.C. where I was to visit with two of my "women of war" friends.

I was thinking again this morning about how the women of the world develop relationships of sisterhood in many different shared experiences.  I am certain that a large factor to this is found in the role of motherhood which is a common experience for many women, and a profound role for any woman.  Falling in love with men is another shared  emotional experience that is so life imprinting when it is experienced by a woman. On Friday I am flying into Washington, and part of my anticipation and excitement lies in the spending of time with two cherished women who are among the strongest in mind, heart, and spirit of my women friends.  One is a relatively new friend, and I am delighting in coming to know more about her life, her interests, where she draws her incredible strength from, her life challenges, and her strategies for meeting them.  For in these observations, I will gain strength and skills for my own life, and I hope too, to share the skills that I have won in my life in order to give empowerment and encouragement to her.  The other friend I have had for awhile, and come to deeply admire.  When something is truly challenging in my life, I seek out her wisdom.  Her life, and that of her husband are a testimony to what has built and sustained our nation, they are people who have truly offered self-less service to our country, and in essence to the world.  The poem I wrote entitled Rare and Remarkable Women was written in tribute to this amazing friend.  Following that poem you will find several others about the women of war.



Call From a Soldier

 I know from experience with my husband just how frustrating dealing with the Veteran's Administration can be.  There are those who have come home from war with wounds both visible and invisible who must rely on the V.A. to meet their continuing need for medical care.  Unless you have experienced the trial of trying to obtain services from the V.A., you can't imagine how frustrating the process can be.  I truly believe it is purposely designed that way to cause some looking for services to give up, and stop seeking the help they need.  Some of the stress of seeking needed medical care can be due to individuals who are employed by the V.A. who for unknown reasons seem to enjoy making obtaining their benefits difficult, because those individuals are not caring people, in fact they enjoy the power they wield over service members.  No matter what the reason, the frustration and stress should not exist for those who have borne the burden of the last twelve years of the present conflict.

Call From A Soldier

I received a call from a Soldier today.
He was struggling and found himself again in dismay.

As I listened sadness swept over me, many times for these brave I have made defense,
Sometimes the way we treat our Soldiers just doesn’t make sense.

We ask so much, take so much then profess great care.
But when it comes down to it, the burden they have to bear.

We make them wade through paperwork and bureaucracy without end.
We appoint them an advocate, but really for themselves they must fend.

“Jump through this hoop, sign here, and go to that corner and stand.”
There are so many requirements and so many demands.

Everyone knows that to these valiant warriors we all owe,
How is it then that in the end we become the foe?

When they reach the brink of what they can shoulder,
They tend to give up, walk away, as their resentments begin to smolder.

I wonder often if the system is not of such a design,
As to so discourage a Soldier that they give up in time.

When an enemy stands sinister and dark at the door,
The whole world looks to these men and women and implores.

Leadership with lofty words sends them out,
Their mission is the enemies of freedom to rout.

Of all the debts that the people of a nation share,
Is there one like we owe to these men and women that can compare?

I received a call from a man who used to be a Soldier today,
He was struggling and again found himself in dismay.

Dedicated to Jared Campbell and all those who have so nobly served with him, may this nation always remember and respect what they have given.  March 2011.





Saturday, March 8, 2014

Missing Him So Much

One of my dearest friends in this whole world is the widow of an Afghan Soldier, he wasn't an ordinary man, but rather one of the sons of Afghanistan who lived above the common man.  He died a hero, and to his last breath, devoted to his country, his wife, his children, and living a life of honor, service, and devotion to sacred duty.  When you have been married to such a man, while you know what rare and special privilege has been yours, and that few women ever find such love, that knowledge cannot come close to comforting the loss.  I know why General Duad Duad loved his Belquis, not only is she a beautiful woman with the most soothing voice I have ever heard, she is also a remarkable person, living a life of honor, service, and devotion to sacred duty.  She loved her husband with her entire being, and does still.  He was assassinated on May 28, 2011 as he served his country, knowing that day his life was under serious threat, he refused to retreat from the threat, and faced the danger for all he held dear.  Courage was his until his last breath.  "Oh, how the mighty heroes have fallen!  Stripped of their weapons, they lie dead."
May the daughters of Afghanistan raise their sons well, that General Duad Duad's boots may one day again be filled, and may my dear friend find comfort and peace. 

Missing Him So Much

Once a woman wrote to me words that my heart did touch.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”

An act of war took him, no matter how tightly she did clutch.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”

She and I know that nobility resides more deeply in men as such.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”

Once a woman wrote to me words that my heart did touch.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”

Rare and Remarkable Women

My husband and I spent time together in Washington DC before he departed for his new assignment with the State Department this past week.  I so much enjoyed resting while he did his training for this position, and then in the evenings we enjoyed long and significant talks, relaxing in the hotel, seeing the sights of Washington, and dining out.  Over the weekend there was no required training classes, and one of the most refreshing and beneficial treats we savored was having lunch on Sunday with friends.  They have built a beautiful marriage which is approaching fifty years in length, and was forged and refined like gold in the fires of his service in the Army.

 I have learned so much from my husband going to war.
  It takes a special man and woman with a rare relationship to stand the test of time and service.  My husband and I both admire this couple for so many reasons.  Their leadership is unequaled and unfailing.  That can be rare in the military as a service person rises in rank.  Having someone to look up to unquestioningly becomes more difficult as the intoxicating force of increasing power affects officers who may have once served from a self-less heart.  Changes can, almost without any sense of awareness, occur within anyone.  The pressures associated with enormous responsibilities, and being surrounded by people whose job it is to do your bidding and follow your every directive without question, are just two of the forces which can change men and women serving in the uppermost ranks.  These changes can make an individual more humble and aware of  just how grave the responsibilities and accountability are, or they can easily become just as ugly as any addictive abuse ever taken up by a man or woman, and just as destructive.  

 The spouse of a Soldier serves too, as well as their children.




The ability for the abuse of power is built into military service by the very nature of that service, and what is required of men and women who consent to make war in the defense of this nation and its' constitution.  Always, the military must self police for the abuse of power within their ranks. That "policing" falls to a smaller and smaller group as an officer advances in rank, and can create an incestuous "policing process."  In fact, the selection process for the next rank a Soldier attains becomes increasingly incestuous as well, as only those above you in rank can select officers.  There is a "boarding" performed by other officers who are one rank above a service person, which makes the selection from those qualified to be promoted.  



Americans, and especially all of us who "lend" our beloved family members to service, demand the most stringent adherence to honor in this self-policing and self appointing, as does the very privilege itself of serving.  However, I have observed that a man or woman strong enough to serve at the highest pinnacles without yielding to the intoxication is rare indeed.  I have also noted with shame that the principle of "going along to get along," seems to prevail as well.




The rarer leader, who because of unfaltering honor and integrity, does not make it as far in rank is always the one that others wish to follow.  They breed trust in all they encounter.   Such is the man whom we had lunch with on Sunday.  I must admit I have observed character flaws in my own husband, and I am sure they exist in our friend as well, which are of a personal nature, but in the grand scheme they are without much impact on the world.  (Sometimes my husband doesn't actually listen to me when I talk to him, he just smiles and nods yes, and sometimes he isn't careful, but rather runs with scissors, and he walks really fast and it is hard to keep up, ...those types of things.)   My husband too is one of those men of integrity of service.  He would not make any decision in service that he did not believe to be in the best interest of the mission and those under his command under any circumstances, even if it cost him personally.  I have watched him make and execute decisions that did just that, but they were the right decisions to make, and the right thing to do.  For that reason, and many others, I have a deep abiding admiration for him that knows no limits.  Our friend Alba has the same thing for her husband.


The road home to our house in early spring.


As I have watched my husband at command and in personal service, I have seen how necessary it is for him to have those in leadership in whom he finds that same quality.  I tell the reader again, that is harder to find all the time.  So on Sunday as we talked with our friends, and they shared memories of their lives of service and news of their present service, my husband found refreshment and encouragement.  I know it will empower him as he serves at the American Embassy in Iraq during this critical time.  When pressures for compromise assail him, as they surely will, knowledge of the fact that there does exist leadership which over a lifetime has never wavered, will give him strength and courage.  When things look impossible to achieve, but are essential to achieve, that same knowledge of uncommon leadership in our friends will unconsciously urge him to never give up , but to work beyond the impossible.  I am so grateful for men and women of such distinction and honor, and the benefit of watching their lives.


 Sometimes in life, it rains until it floods.

While the actual service of this man of leadership will be the capacitating  source of my husband's support, I do not believe it could have occurred without a factor that was undeniable in his living room that day.  That old cliche, "behind every good man..."  Well, you know the rest, and it may be a tired expression, but it is a powerful truth.  As I participated in the soothing conversation which encouraged me every bit as much as my husband, I took note, as I always do, of the dynamics between this couple.  His beautiful wife has a devotion, loyalty, and love which shines constant in her essence for her husband.  The stories of the challenges of this love over the years strike at my heart in waves of admiration and appreciation for her life and all she is.


 Nights can be long for the wife of a deployed Soldier.




Even more compelling are the waves of those same emotions and life long love that emanate  from him for her.  He doesn't have to proclaim that he could not have done it without her support, it is forever etched in his face and its' expression.   He loves her in a way that only a man who is never anything but lifted by a woman knows.  She is possessed of as much inner strength and courage, maybe even more, as he is.  She is as devoted to this country and self-less service as he is.  I take that back, she is more devoted, and he above all others knows it.

God helps and strengthens a good Soldier, and the spouse of a Soldier as well. 



My husband and I are so favored to know these two people; we have received so much from them, and did so again on Sunday.  So I offer the words of tribute that came to me in honor of the both of them.  They speak of her, but he will find delight in them, because he finds such delight and ennobling in her.  Thanks to the both of you for all you have stood for all these years.  I know I speak for the legions who are better because of your lives.



Rare and Remarkable Women


I watched as he lovingly gazed at her in their living room today,  
At her sweet face, earnest smile, and her hair's soft curls with their touch of gray.
He stared as though it were the first time that he had admired.
 Of this view, I realized, the powerful and honorable man never grew tired.


I knew of all the years she had devoted her life and love,
To the man of steel, who watched as though she were an angel from above.
It came to me that behind the men of his caliber that I am privileged to know,
Often from such a woman rare and remarkable love flows.


As she earnestly spoke of the topic of the moment, her hands moved with their usual grace.
His delight in this endearing quality was visible on his face.
All those gestures, which in more than forty years of devotion, had often been observed,
Still called to him to cling to her words, making sure each was heard.


In every endeavor he always sought council from those he knew to be wise and informed,
But he knew hers came, without exception, from a heart which to nothing but good would ever conform.
It had not been just to him she had given so much, she reached out to all, not just their own,
The legacy of her life would be that of great love when the Lord finally called her home.


Together they shared stories of the children who had been nurtured between them.
Many times his duties had taken him far from home, and she had soldiered on without him.
As they spoke with pride of each child and their accomplishments,
His demeanor spoke of where he knew so much of the credit earnestly went.


Often I have observed the same quiet tribute of love and admiration,
In the faces of the brave and self-less men who courageously give so much to this nation.
I knew why he lovingly gazed at her in their living room today,
At her sweet face, earnest smile, and her hair's soft curls with their touch of gray.


To all of the women reading this poem who recognize themselves, thank you for your service.  To all the men who know themselves to have the beautiful gift of such a woman in your lives, make sure she always knows her value.  The Bible says, "it is far above rubies..." 



Friday, February 21, 2014

Betrayed Soldier

There are Soldiers who are betrayed by the ones they leave behind when they go to fight a war.  In truth, there are all kinds of infidelities which can creep into the relationships of military families.  General David Patraeus, despite all his accomplishments, will forever be remembered as the poster child of betrayal on the part of a Soldier toward a supportive spouse.   Spouses bear their own sacrifices required of service.  Then there are those Soldiers of every rank, who while they are deployed, learn that the one they love has not been faithful.  Their marriages or relationships often become tragedies of war.

Recovering from a broken marriage is difficult for anyone, but our military families have borne the stress of so many deployments and separations.   With the strains of the Service Member conducting war, the dissolving of their relationships can be more dramatic than most.  Many of the Service Members have seen atrocities, watched those serving beside them sustain injuries, and of course some have lost the one serving beside them to a combat casualty.  What I have observed as even more difficult for many, is the loss of someone who has served next to them to suicide. 

Of course the spouse and children left behind face challenges of their own.  The girlfriend or the boyfriend as well will live in a strain that is not conducive to the strengthening of the relationship.  All of these experiences contribute to placing great struggles upon the marriages and relationships of our military and their families.  Even with all of the negative which threatens the military family, most grow stronger from meeting their challenges, and those who do grow stronger gain a unique courage to meet life's greatest trials.  That serves to make them even stronger than they were before war came to their lives.

Still there are those who will need the support of family and friends after having survived the battle field, and then being wounded by the loss of a relationship.  I offer no explanations, judgements, or thoughts on the behavior of those who betray.  However, I am confident that one day, He Who Sits on the Throne will judge their actions rightly.  This is a very dark poem about unimaginable pain of the heart.  These kinds of wounds can be as deadly as IEDs and bombs.













Milling faces took my breath today,
Made me ask could she our love betray.

She said she meant to take the images away.
That told me she knew it was wrong that day.

The pictures were made on a day in May,
All this time she had allowed them to stay.

She will never know the price I have had to pay,
While I went to war and she stayed.

My heart aches and I can’t hold the tears at bay,
I feel loneliness has been my constant companion always.

This pain holds me captive in its sway.
I cannot escape; my world has gone dark and gray.

Her words to me a love story do not portray.
I think never will I feel loved again in any way.

I cannot in this world I am in, where all there seems to be is pain,
See within myself or anywhere, something I have the desire to gain.

Daily all around me there are those who escape this world's ultimate despair.
In this solitary place I have the means and courage their fate to share.




Monday, February 3, 2014

Alone, All, All, Alone

One of the most outstanding characteristics of PTSD is the overwhelming sense of being isolated.  Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, was originally termed and officially diagnosed in Soldiers coming home from Viet Nam, but Soldier's Heart, as it was called during the American Revolution and the Civil War, has been recognized since Biblical times.  It also is suffered by persons who experience other traumatic type incidents in life.  The feelings are often the same.  I have had so many Soldiers, and even their family members, describe how alone they feel.


Friday, January 31, 2014

Gabby's Poem

I have the most beautiful grand-daughters.  One of them wanted to write a 
poem, and she asked for my help.  I love Gabby's poem.

 Gabby and her mom Beth.

                                                

 Samantha, Gabby's older sister.

Gabby's Poem  
 
Sometimes even a Soldier needs a quiet place to rest,
When he has worked hard and given his best.

Their children at home offer prayers to God above.
Asking Him to send His protection on wings like a dove.

God hears and answers their sweet prayers.
When their petitions are lifted for the fathers who dare.

To face evil enemies who against our country make war.
Freedom and liberty are what they are standing for.

They ask the Heavenly Father their mom or dad to defend,
As the struggle goes on to make the fighting end. 


Two of my grand-daughters are from a military back-ground, including Gabby and her older sister Samantha.Their mother was a Soldier for eight years, and she now works in the civilian side for the Army Corps of  Engineers. Their father will shortly retire with 20 years of service.  The girls just returned last June from living in Germany as their father served the country there in the military, and their mother served in the civilian sector. Their uncle was seriously wounded in Iraq in 2003. Another uncle worked in both Iraq and Afghanistan as a contracted electrician. My husband served 30 years.  Their dad deployed five times during the last 12 years, and will shortly deploy again.  The stress and strain of the last 12 years has led to the dissolving of the marriage of their parents.  I will never forget what Samantha said when she was four, and her dad deployed for the first time.  We were riding in the car to Walmart.  She and her cousin were in the back seat, and had grown quiet.  Sam asked, "Nana, does the enemy have families too?"  I felt my heart catch... and I knew I had to answer honestly.  I told her that probably some of them did.  There was a pause, then she asked, "Nana, if my daddy kills their daddy, who will take care of them?"  I took a very long time to answer, as I was praying... Finally I answered, "We will have to let God take care of them..."
 


Gabby with her dolls.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

I Came Home to My Daughter

Aunty Brat, my good friend and fellow supporter of the American and Coalition Forces, sent me a note about a Soldier coming home on leave to see, for the first time, his new baby girl.  She was born while he was deployed.  It brought such beautiful images to my mind immediately, and when I went to Aunty's blog and saw her picture, my heart just melted at her sweet little self.

http://assolutatranquillita.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-day-hero-welcome-home.html

To her parents and all her family, thanks for making my day, and thank you all for your service and sacrifice!  We are a grateful nation!  This is what I sent to the new baby and all those who love her.  May she thrive in your love, always live in liberty, and come to know of your sacrifices to the preservation of freedom.

You know, if Aunty Brat says you are a special Soldier, you must indeed be a special Solider. It is always difficult for me to put into words how I feel about Soldiers and their families. When I try to open a ketchup package, and it is difficult for me, there is a thought that never fails to cross my mind. No matter how much I love my country, if it had to depend on me for for some of the most important of the protection needed from its enemies, we women would all be wearing burqas. We must have young men and women of the caliber and skills which you possess, or our heritage of freedom will disappear.... As the sign on my gate says, "Land of the free, because of the brave."

Since my husband went to war, poetry concerning this great conflict has haunted me until I express it. Your homecoming to your new daughter caused beautiful images in my mind. I wrote words that I hope will comfort and empower your family as you serve. So here is my gift to the new baby:



                                               I Came Home to My Daughter

                                   There she lay, so warm, pink, soft, and sweet.
                                               When first we finally did meet.

                                I saw so much of her mother there in her eyes,
       The stamp of my own features on her countenance threatened to make me cry.

                                 Wonder at the first sight of my darling daughter,
                          Swept my soul, and I knew my life she would forever alter.

                                         Feelings too tender for the battlefield,
                            In that moment caused all my vigilance briefly to yield.

                                   Then I realized more clearly than ever before,
                  I was called to war because of an evil good people everywhere deplore.

                               My newborn child and all the children of the world,
                              Need those of us in service, the flag of liberty to unfurl.

                     In my daughter’s face I saw the hope of our world and our nation,
                           Waiting for her contributions, which true peace will hasten.

                        I knew that in a land far away, where long I had stood the wall,
                      Children were seeing first hand our intent in the service of us all.

       As they watch, I know they too will learn,
                         Their own hearts for peace and liberty will come to yearn.

In this the power of the enemy will disappear,
The truth of all our brotherhood will finally do away with all fear.

So though my heart longs to stay,
I will again return to the war zone in just a few short days.

In my mind, images of her gentle beauty,
Will give me strength and bring complete commitment to my sacred duty.


Rock Gently the Cradle Lullaby

 




Rock Gently the Cradle Lullaby 

Rock gently the cradle of the Soldier’s baby where he sleeps.

Make certain he has no need that you have resources to meet.

Who would not with his life his son or daughter defend,

If an enemy stood in plain sight ready to make that child’s life end?

Somewhere across great oceans a Soldier tonight,

Stands for his country ready to fight.

Keeping watch to protect not only the son he left behind,

He keeps watch too for your son and mine.

For each of us, our children hold fast our hearts,

In order for them to grow up in liberty, someone to war must depart.

Remember the sacrifices of those left behind and take care should they weep.

Rock gently the cradle of the Soldier’s baby where he sleeps.