A Letter to my Warrior Son

by Gary Sackett

Tharon Kuwait

The only true battles are the battles within our minds

                                                                        ~Gary Sackett

 

My son, my boy, my little one

Over the ocean water, sand drifting away from your boots

Three tours opposite of vacation

You have served your country well

Emotions contained to function in society

You have taken care of your men, your brothers

You have laughed and cried

The sweat, the tears, in your dusty eyes

Bullets and bombs, blood and guts, have seen it’s share around you

The memories of those who have left this plane will always be present not to haunt, but to help

Not for you to mourn, it’s for you to live, because you are here

Now

Be here

Now

Live life

To the fullest, for you have seen the parts of humanity that people change the channel on

Breathe

Now

Smile

Now

Relax

Now

They’re could be thoughts, and even nightmares

Breathe

Now

They’re could be those who think they know

Smile

Now

They’re are those who know

Relax

Now

They’re those who love you without question

Live now

Be here now

As I held you in my hands at your birth, as you slept on my chest, as I watched your first steps, heard your first words

Hear mine, for I

Breathe

Now

I smile

Now

I am relaxed

Now

My son, part of me, my son, listen to our quiet battlefield

My battles were played out years ago on the concrete jungle, call to call in my– blue and white

About the same years, without the bombs, the years have passed

My tears, the blood and guts around me, it comes to — one

My thoughts, my memories, my nightmares, it comes to — one

I now know what it comes to — one

It’s our ‘one’ life

Live it and love it with all of your might

Signed,

Dad

 

 

 

 

 

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