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Rated: 13+ · Other · Emotional · #1818779
an army wife tells her side of the war story
" As you fall to the ground, the fumes surround you as you gasp. Each breathe you try

to take doesn't come easily. With one last chance for air, you steal one from my own

chest."


I wake up in fear. Ever since I knew that you went overseas,
I cannot ever fall fast asleep.
Everyone who ever lays a foot on the battlefield should know
That each soldier has a family that loves him/her at home.
Does it matter which side wins?
Somewhere in the mist,

A little girl misses her dad and wants to hug him again.
A teenaged boy misses his older brother who was his mentor.
A fiance is praying for his love to return home safely.
As for me, I miss my husband.

In that sense, we are all in the same.
Whatever pain you feel out there,
I feel just as bad emotionally.
Though there are no bombs or aircrafts flying over my head,
Though I do not have to be careful with what move I make or it wouldn't be my last,
I still feel like whichever comrads you lose in the process, I lose inside of me.
I am the one whose freedom you fight for.
I am the reason you are out there instead of at home, in safety.

Everyday, I pray that you will come home and not end up in a horrific fate.
Countless people die from the enemies' weapons or terroristic groups.
I read how bodies are torn apart in mid air, how sickly the bodies smell on the ground,
and how some do not even look like it belonged to a human.
It disturbs me how you can even go through another day of fighting.
Aren't you tired of losing more than when you came into the war?

I just do not want it to be you.
I can't imagine what it would be like to have a soldier come to my door,
To tell me you did not make it.
I would just break down whenever that thought occured in my head.
How would I take the tag in my hand, knowing you would never come back?

I love you so much that each minute of the day, I can't stop thinking about you.
You mean the world to me.
I appreciate everything that you do and each sacrifice you must make for me.

To you and all of the soldiers out there,

Please be careful out there, and return safely into the arms of your dearest loves whether it is a wife, a child, or anyone else.

God Bless Our Troops
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