A Writing: ā??Letter Homeā?
ā??Letter Homeā?
By Quantummist
Mom and Dad,
If you are reading this it means Iā??m not coming home. I am writing this letter because my unit and I are about to insert north of Baghdad in a strike on a bomb making factory thatā??s making IEDā??s and it come time for some payback.
Mom, I will miss your blackberry cobbler when dinners done and all the little things that you do when Iā??m home that makes it a place of love and family. I know this will hurt you to the soul but I want you to understand that I and many others knew what we were doing and my eyes also water up, not because of what we deal with here but for what you will have to endure if you get this letter. I only wish I could take the pain from your heart so you could feel nothing but joy but I know that joy is the furthest feeling from your heart at this moment. But try to remember the moments we shared when you taught me of love and family. I have taken that with me in every mission and it sustains me when the hot nights close in around me. You and dad are as much a part of every mission as I am. You step with me from the chopper as we hit the ground and can take pride in giving me the life than I can now put on the line for my country and fellow brothers in arms. The support with sending the packages with all the little things you sent for all the guys in my unit gave us all many hours of fun and joy and all the guys eyes light up when one arrives. So as you continue your life remember the good times and donā??t dwell on this moment. I love you with all my being and only wish I could have felt one more pat on the head or kiss on my cheek but I will take every moment with me as I enter the place where so many of my brothers wait in a place I hold in Honor.
Dad, you spent your life working to raise me and teaching me that sometimes a man has to stand when other run. You taught me the true meaning of Honor and I have held that in my soul since I was a small boy. Its now time for you to stand tall and help mom through times time as I think she will take it hard and needs you to hold her as she cries. But donā??t feel to bad about my not coming home as I fell as I wanted, serving a country that you taught me to love. Every time we deploy I think back to hunting deer in the fall with you showing me how to handle a weapon and track in the snow. I still hear the words you used to tell me about those in our families past that fought in WW2 and WW2 and you in Viet Nam. The stories you told of your time in combat and how you made me understand that when boots hit the ground the fight is for the guys next to you not some big picture. I know this letter will rip at your heart but stand strong as mom will need your strength and when the time comes remember that you were with me during every mission and you can take pride in me standing for my country and family. You were right that war is an ugly thing but as you have told me all my life there are times when a Man must stand his ground for a greater good than just his own little life. I will miss those long talks in the woods as we wait in the morning dew for the first break of day but I want you to remember that what I do is my choice and I will wait until you also enter the halls of Honor with me so we can walk the mornings hunt together.
I love and have loved you both all my life and was made the man I am by your teachings and love from the day I gazed at the night sky and asked about the world around me to the day I put these words to paper. If you stop to remember me in the future donā??t forget to remember those that stand beside me as we are here because our families taught us that sometimes it requires men leave their blood on the field of battle for the country, people and family we leave behind.
With all my love,
Rickey
