Several years ago I stood at The Wall and looked at some names that I had known, real people that had been a big part of my life, people that would not be coming home to family and friends, people who died in a land far far away from their school friends and childhood buddies. There is no way to express how we miss our loved ones, no words come easily. There is only that great emptiness that makes it hard to swallow or to keep back a tear from running down across stained cheeks. Then there is that great swelling pride that wells up from inside knowing that they made a difference, their life accounted for something that few can give. God told the ancient Israelites to keep their bow arm strong and to be viligant. Your Elijah has joined the ranks of the choicest of the land. He has honored his family, his friends, and his country. May God give you His peace as you struggle through this valley of grief. Our prayers are with you. May He be met at the gates of eternity with the words-well done my good and faithful servant. God bless you and yours sir.
Our son has been over twice and my nephew is headed back very soon. Please keep all our soldiers in our prayers and for a swift successful end to this conflict. wc