As I was purusing through a magazine the other day, I came upon a story of a West Point graduate, all of twenty years old. I know her name, but am reluctant to repeat it here. What a star she was. How bright was she at the top of her class at Westpoint. She also sang in the school's gospel choir and played the tamberine so vigorously, other members of the choir often hid the instrument from her in jest.
Well, my daughter, and I call her my daughter because she belonged to us all, was shot down in Iraque. It was a road side bomb. She must of had visions of the terror because she expected that some officers would come knocking at her door with sad tidings about her. She told her family about this procedure in vivid detail.
No words can define the loss. This was a woman of great character, honor and intelligence. We all owe our daughters in combat all the respect we can muster. All the love we can share, and we must always, always remember their sacrifice for us. Especially at this time, when death is all around us.
God keep her Family,
Hold on be strong.
Wait upon the Lord
Be Strong of Heart and wait upon the Lord
Jesus is with you.