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That breaks my heart.
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I flew on an airplane full of young men and women that serve,going home for the holidays, I sat and prayed for safety and and I would never "get" that call nor would their parents,,,,,,,,,,,, the pic says it all. God Protect our children, AND ALL THAT SERVE
 
OHH man!! I could have went a lifetime and not seen that picture!! So sad!!

We so do not appreciate our armed forces and the things they and their loved ones go through. And guess what? They volunteer for that! Who says the youngsters today dont understand and dont appreciate what this country is all about? I'll gladly talk to them by hand!

Randy
 
It breaks my heart! I think we need to see these things though to put in perspective just what our young women and men are sacrificing for us.

I flew on an airplane full of young men and women that serve,going home for the holidays, I sat and prayed for safety and and I would never "get" that call nor would their parents,,,,,,,,,,,, the pic says it all. God Protect our children, AND ALL THAT SERVE

I pray that your son serves well, and comes home safely as well as my sister and all our armed forces.​
 
Thank you for this very sad photo. It just breaks my heart, especially during this hopefully joyful time of year.

Bless you all and hope that you do not have to experience such a great loss.
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Christmas in Iraq
by Kathryn E. Darden for Christian Activities
2/21/2006

Nashville, TN - 'Twas the night before Christmas in an Iraqi town;
And our brave U.S. forces had all just hunkered down.
Not a Humvee was moving, not a Jeep stirred the sand
As troops dreamed of their homes, each and every man.
Some longed for their sweethearts, other men missed their moms,
Others missed sons and daughters not seen for so long.
Sugarplums would be nice, but much nicer to be
At home with their loved ones 'neath their own Christmas tree.

When what to their wondering ears should be heard,
But the faint sounds of carols, music and joyful words.
At first heard so faintly, then the sound grew and grew --
The sound of your loved ones singing carols for you.
For you are not forgotten, you are not alone;
You are missed by the people you keep safe at home,
And we remember you as the Christmas bells ring,
As you're watched by the Christ Child whose carols we sing.

For no matter how far from your home you may be,
There once was a Babe born for you and for me.
So hark to the carols as their music draws nigh,
And look to the stars in the Iraqi sky.
Remember the star which on Bethlehem shone,
The star that still guides those who yearn to be Home.
So as Christmas Day dawns over here, over there --
Merry Christmas to you, with our love, thanks, and prayers.
 

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