Proud Mom to a 1-89 Cavalry Scout: Letter from Chris.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Letter from Chris.

Not a happy camper this week, injuries, fights, extra duty and possible cancellation of Family Weekend. Needless to say, mom is also not a happy camper. I hate being out of control. For 19 years I have been in total control and now all of a sudden all I am is a stander byer that has to sit and wait for someone else to make decisions for my child.
Life Sucks today.

God Bless,
Tami

2 comments:

Michelle said...: Welcome to the sucky part of military life. They try to get them to work as a team because in the battle field they have to be able to depend on each other. If they can't work together during basic how are they gonna do it in the heat of battle. But it is a few that make it bad for the others. Back when I was in basic they would have blanket parties. I wonj't tell you what that was. Lets just say that if someone wasn't doing what needed to be done they got a blanket party. All of a sudden they were doing what needed to be done. I hope you get your family day.; Sep 18, 2008, 9:43:00 PM
Unknown said...: Stay Strong!
Pray Hard!

~AirmanMom returning to her blog...; Sep 19, 2008, 9:06:00 AM

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From my heart to God's ears

Father God~
Please send your angels of safety, love and peace to watch over our brave military men and women and please father ask them to give a extra squeeze to my Scout and Tyson, Matt G, Russ, Kyle, Mitchel, Jason, Warren, Matthew P, Josh, Chris C, Rush and the rest of the 1-89. I ask that you keep them safe, help them complete their mission and bring them all home safely. Father, I ask that you guide those in command as they make hard decisions that effect so many. I ask that you watch over the loved ones of all those in harms way and comfort those with heavy hearts.
Father, I know that without you all would be lost and I claim these request in your name. I thank you Father each time I see Scout pop up on my instant message or on his facebook because I know that at that moment all is well. And please provide termite control for their mascot Plank who gives comic relief where not much laughter is found. I will continue to give you all the glory each and every day. Amen

The Soldier's Mother Creed

"I am the mother of an American Soldier"I give my complete and unwavering support to my soldier.As my son serves the people of the United States, so I humbly offer up my prayers for his safety and the safety and health of those he serves beside. I respect his choice to adhere to a strict moral code and system of values that has preserved our great country for over two centuries.I accept that my soldier's first duty is to his country and I understand that this sacrifice he willingly makes is what keeps our nation great.I will never expect anything but the best from my soldier for I know he is capable. I know that a soldier's heart is true and strong, and that my soldier will endure. I will never abandon my soldier, my son, my love. I will love him unconditionally. he will know I am there for him, even when he is alone.I am disciplined, emotionally and mentally tough, learning to wait for phone calls and letters or emails home. I, like my soldier, am an expert. I stand ready to do what ever I can do to let my son, my soldier, know that we are here for him, beside him, we love him and I will pray for swift destruction of the enemies of our country. I am the person who stood guardian of this man who has become my soldier, now our guardian of freedom and the American way of life."I AM THE MOTHER OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER."
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Fiddler's Green

Half way down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green.
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old time canteen.
And this eternal resting place,
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past straight through to Hell,
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by Engineers,
Artillery and Marines.
For none but shades of the Cavalrymen,
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail,
To seek a warmer scene.
No Trooper ever gets to Hell,
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so goes back to drink again,
With friends again at Fiddlers' Green.