As I look upon my daddy's face,
I begin to smile.
He is tall and handsome the bravest man I know.
His job requires him to be away more then I can count.
His job is tough and sometimes I don't know what its all about.
At the tender age of three I learned who my daddy was from TV.
Mom would point and say there is daddy flying tall.
Then one day mommy embraced me
not knowing all her fears
she wept and I stood tall
asking mommy why
she was so
sad.
We went the the funeral and she pointed to the flag
and said daddy.
Now still being young I don't know what that means,
but every time I see the flag I know my daddy's watching out for me.
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God Bless this family and all the families of our fallen hero's.
Thank you for your service and sacrifice to our great nation.
We
dedicate this page to the
over 1,000 American
children who have lost a
parent in the war on
terrorism. Our hearts
are with these families
and the families of the
over 10,000 military men
and women who have been
injured.
A
special thank you to all
the families of those who
serve our country.
May God comfort and be
with you.
This Newsweek
Article article tells
of the plight of our
children. It is well
worth your time to read
this article, the picture
on the page tells of the
sadness.
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