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NaBloPoMo 2011–Remembering our Soldiers.

November 17, 2011

This one was just meant to be.

I’m sitting in my room with two sleeping littles and a little Lullaby music on the ipod dock…hoping for a quiet night. I had a moment to check face book and saw two posts that caught my eye.

One, is from a friend who took his first “Angel Flight” for the Army. That is when you escort a fallen soldier home from the war. My thoughts go out to the family of this young man and to JK for watching over him. Godspeed and let us never forget the sacrifices made in the name of freedom.

The second, from a high school classmate who posted this:

When filling out your Christmas cards this year, take one card and send it to this address: A Recovering American Soldier, c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center, 6900 Georgia Avenue, NW Washington, DC 20307-5001. If we pass this on and everyone sends one card, think of how many cards these wonderful, special people, who have sacrificed so much would get. Please copy and paste.
 When I was on active duty, I did my dietetic internship at Walter Reed. I got there ten days after September 11th and spent the next year reeling from the aftermath of war. I will never forget the young men and women who came home in pieces.
One particularly stands out in my memory–it was close to the end of the year and I had been allowed to conduct a follow up appointment on my own. I went into the room and saw a young man who could not have been older than 20 years old seated on his bed staring out the window. He was watching a group of soldiers play soccer on the front lawn of the hospital. He was missing his leg.
I also remember that the walls were plastered in thank you cards from people around our amazing country. Brightly colored crayon drawings that said “Dear Soldier, Thank you for all you do.”  The rainbows and stick figures did the best job that we Americans could hope for in letting these young men know how very much we appreciate all that they sacrifice.
During the next five years, I volunteered to work every Christmas. I found that I enjoyed visiting our troops and passing out fruit baskets to each patient. It made me feel like I was doing one thing to say “thank you for risking your life for me”.
It only takes a moment to fill out a card.
It only takes a moment to pass on the address.
Dear Soldiers–thank you for our freedom!
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