|Will James' Dad|
As many of you know, my son-in-law is a Marine Force Recon sniper. He has nearly seventeen years in now and will be leaving soon for yet another deployment, somewhere.
I wrote this poem for his oldest son, Will James, when he was about seven, because he had such a difficult time whenever his dad was away.
Will James is now sixteen, but he still has the poem in a frame on his dresser.
It doesn't matter where the conflict is, or when. War is war and it's difficult for everyone, but it's always hardest on the children ...
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale
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