Baby Brother
Baby Brother sweeping houses in Iraq. Took 2 to the chest. Bruised ribs and he's still alive. Kevlar kept him alive to sweep another day.
Lost the man who went in before him. Someone is weeping for their son tonight, a mother lost her son, a family is torn apart, but today it is NOT our family. I am selfish and grateful today. I am prayerful for tomorrow.
Lost the man who went in before him. Someone is weeping for their son tonight, a mother lost her son, a family is torn apart, but today it is NOT our family. I am selfish and grateful today. I am prayerful for tomorrow.
posted by Poetry @ 6:38 PM
1 Comments:
At November 03, 2006 5:26 PM,
Bananas said…
Ironic isn't it? They always speak in terms of dollars and cents when they speak of the war. They never speak of the real price.
God is watching.
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