A Letter to My Son

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=110 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="03df0f21egerdp.jpg"> <div> <B><IMG SRC="03e203c0.jpg" border=0 width="32" height="60" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#66334C" FACE="Arial" ><B>The DAVA Lighthouse</B></FONT><B>      |     </B><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The DAVA Lighthouse"><U><B>home</B></U></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#66334C" FACE="Copperplate Gothic Light" ><B> <!-onMouseover Link CSS Script-© Dynamic Drive (www.dynamicdrive.com). For full source code, installation instructions, 100's more DHTML scripts, and Terms Of Use, visit dynamicdrive.com--><style></style>  </B></FONT></div> <div> back to<B>  </B><A HREF="id52.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Poems and Stories"><U><B>Poems and Stories</B></U></A></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="03cf2f02egerdp.jpg"> <div>                                                   </div> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=370 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="03ff0f03.jpg"> <div> <I>A Letter to My Son</I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>A Letter to My Son</B></div> <div> Dear Son, the day you joined the military, your father and I were so proud </div> <div> We went to your graduation ceremony.... but became lost faces in the crowd.</div> <div> I cried myself to sleep, the night you left for Vietnam. </div> <div> I remember the sound of your laughter and how you smiled as you said, "I'll be ok, don't worry, mom."</div> <div> We've kept all your letters, and the pictures of your platoon.</div> <div> Your tour was almost over.... you were coming home in June. </div> <div> I cried the day we got the news, they said your plane went down. </div> <div> Several bodies were recovered.... but yours they never found. </div> <div> It broke my heart to wonder, if you were really MIA, </div> <div> Or were you a POW.... and they didn't want to say. </div> <div> I took a trip to see "The Wall" with the names of those who died. </div> <div> There were so many people there.... I thought of you and cried. </div> <div> I touched the bracelet with your name, and prayed others would hear my plea.... </div> <div> that many are still missing, and waiting to be set free.</div> <div> I will not quit fighting, I know I'm not alone....</div> <div> I will make my voice heard, until every soldier is brought home. </div> <div> Love, Mom </div> <bR> <bR> <div> Author: Barbara Milliman </div> <div> ©Copywright July 4, 1995 </div> <div> (Mrs. Milliman could not be contacted for permission to reproduce this  poem....we have given her proper credit and thank her for her work)</div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>