All her Son's have served and one is still serving in the Marines...Her Brothers Kids are already Moving into Iraq as I post this... Below is her email and Poem she found. Copy and Share it with Others
God Bless Our Troops!!!!
Enjoy
Hog
(I was going through some old letters from my Dad to his Mother during WWII. Dad was in the Army Air Corp. Anyway I found an old newspaper clipping with a poem that Grandma had saved, tucked in among the letters. I thought it worth passing along, especially tonite with the first strikes in Iraq.)
Poem; Comin' Home from Camp
by F. Ray Phillips
Of course my hands are tremblin' an' I know my eyes are damp; We got a letter from our boy...He's comin' home from camp!
Perhaps it does look foolish t' be makin' such a fuss,
But when the boy is comin' home, it's a great event for us.
Sure, it is a trifle hard for you t' understand
the tears a glistenin' in my eyes an' th' tremblin' of my hand.
Well, mister, that's a sign o' pride an' in my heart there's joy. T' think that soon we'll welcome home our soldier boy.
Oh, yes, his visit will be short; 'bout three, four days, I'd say, But remember, now he's workin' fr' the good ol' U.S.A.
Yes, sir, he' jus' a private, one of thousands in th' ranks. But they're the boys, my friend, I'd say, on whom this country banks.
Why, every time I see him, my chest jus' swells with pride; An' I feel that I'm important when I'm walking by his side.
Of course, it was a trifle tough t' see him go away,
An' our thoughts are always of him every hour of th' day.
Th' mornin' that he left us, we stood there, side by side, his Mother an' th' rest of us, a grievin' deep inside.
No longer is he just our boy; we've shared him since that day With the greatest country on God's earth, Th' good ol' U.S.A.
An' every night before we sleep, we say a silent prayer, For him to our Almighty God an' place him in His care.
So, mister, that's th' way it is; there's sorrow an' there's joy In th' hearts of every parent when they have a soldier boy.
An' that is why I'm tremblin' an' why my eyes are damp;
I'm jus' chock full o' joy, sir, he's comin' home from camp!
