The sound you hear is me moving my soapbox into place.
And I'm using a lot of these today:
And I want you to pray, chant, think good thoughts, light candles or whatever you do and make sure that the soldiers under these flags:
come home immediately, if not sooner, from Iraq, Afghanistan and wherever they are where they are in danger fighting a war that needs to have never begun and live once again with their families under this flag:
We lost a soldier in my hometown yesterday. It should have never happened.
Living by an Air Force base, I see these young men and women when my son takes me to the commisary, preparing for their missions. They are willing, they are brave and they are MY soldiers. Every.last.one.of.them. They didn't grow under my heart, but in it.
Please keep these soldiers, both serving and who have made the ultimate sacrifice, and their families in your thoughts and prayers.
Someday it could be your neighbor, your child, your friend.
Today it is someone else's being deployed, being injured or the like.
And it hurts my heart to think about it.
Do what you can where you are.
Be there for these soldiers and their families.
Putting soapbox away but hanging onto my Kleenex.
Thanks for letting me pour my heart out here. It is so full today.
God bless you soldiers.
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