WINGS

    I know this man, this Soldier
    Whose boots now stand empty.
    He is a father and a husband
    And a son.

    I know this boy, this Marine
    Who lies in state in silence.
    He is a cousin, a nephew, a grandson
    And just recently an uncle.

    I know this girl, this Sailor
    Whose name adorns the cross.
    She is a friend and neighbor,
    And a teacher.

    I know this man, this Airman
    Who makes his final flight home
    Where his family awaits with open arms
    And broken hearts.

    I know these heroes, these warriors
    Who have earned a set of wings.
    They are brave, strong and proud.
    They are my fellow Americans.

Heroism is not created by how one dies, but rather in how one lives.  I grieve and honor those heroes who have fallen in the line of duty, who's names are briefly obscured on a list, pending notification of next of kin. These are not strangers to me, I feel that I know each and every one of them, and I hurt for their families. But I am so proud of the heroes who still serve and I am so very proud of you son.

Miss you, love you... always.

Mom~