I Hold in my Hands
I never gave it much thought before,
I knew I liked him, that was enough.
But never thought much about
....well.... The military life.
I said the Pledge,
like everyone else.
But it never affected me much,
What our Soldiers do for us,
Until that fateful day,
When I could finally call one mine.
Now, it's a daily routine of mine,
to say the Pledge of Allegiance with Respect, and Honor.
And to offer up prayers, during moments of silences.
Now, I am one of the few,
Who worry 24/7, and wait for a phonecall here, or a letter there.
Now, I get online daily,
To check for updates on him, and the war.
Along with updated discussion boards, and online support groups.
Heh, You would to if you had a loved one got deployed overseas,
or not quite there yet, and you didn't know what to do.
Now, I have gotten to know people in the post office,
Along with the cashier at the store down the road,
So I can buy paper, and write letters and mail care packages to him.
Now, I know all the major news stations, radio and tv,
and websites, by heart...
Now, I am one who can't kiss him just because I want to...
Or call him because something happened...
Now, I am one who doesn't take his presence for granted,
And I cherish every moment of it, when he's home.
Because Now...
Now, I am a Military Girlfriend.
By: Amanda
Life during this upcoming deployment.
My Soldier is leaving for a year,
And many people asked
how I will handle it..
So here it goes,
this is what may be going down.
My world as I know it will stop turning,
My life will be paused,
Or at least certain events in it..
And I might even cry,
just seeing the American flag flying high.
My hand will cramp up,
From writing letters,
And keeping a daily journal,
For him to read when he gets home.
My vision will probably get worse,
Computer screens will do that to you, you know.
My outbox will most likely be filled,
And I might have to delete some to save recent ones.
Although my inbox will only have a few emails in it.
And I'll probably cry myself to sleep,
every now and then.
I probably won't even get to sleep..
And when I do get to sleep,
Get used to seeing me
with my arms around the bear he gave me.
And I will have bags under my eyes frequently.
And when he calls,
It'll probably be during the night,
So I'll get used to that,
And that'll keep me from sleeping to..
But it'll be allright,
So long as I get to hear his voice,
Even if it's only for a few minutes...
Enough to say "I love you, I miss you,
I'm still here for you."
I might not eat half the time,
So my friends may have to force me to.
I'll be taking a lot of pictures,
And I'll probably have a camera with me,
Everywhere and anywhere.
(So just get used to it!)
I'll be writing random notes down,
On scrap pieces of paper.
They'll mean the world to me,
But might not make sense to you.
I'll space out a lot,
So remind me when I'm driving to pay attention.
I'll probably tell you a story or 2
about his battle buddies and him,
Even though I probably wasn't there.
Or I'll be telling you about this letter I got...
The phone will probably never leave my side,
And I'll be logging into my email,
Probably all day, if not 24/7.
So this is a preview,
Of how I may act in the next year or so..
Don't ask me stupid questions,
And don't get (too!) mad at me...
I'll be going through a rough time.
Pray for our troops,
Those overseas,
And here in America.
And when you do,
Pray for me too.
Written by: Amanda
a Soldier?
Sitting all alone in a cafe,
Thinking about my Soldier.
People stream by,
Some stare, others point.
Yet then the door opens...
A guy walks in,
Crew cut, rugged face.
Probably in his 30's...
At first I can't figure out why
he catches my eye.
But as he walks by me,
It all becomes clear.
It's in the way he walks,
it's the way he carries himself.
It's in the straightness of his posture,
And the squareness of his jaw.
He then turned, and nodded a 'hello' to me.
It was then that I noticed his eyes.
That 'look'...I've seen it before.
Those eyes have seen much,
and been through a lot.
They're the eyes that have
been through hell and more..
Yet even at their worst hour,
And even when they may have wanted to quit,
They didn't.
Even when going off a mere hour of sleep.
As I got up to pay for my meal,
I paid for his to.
Ans I was out in the parking lot,
Getting into my car,
He came out and jogged up to me.
He asked me 'Why?'
I said it was for
all he had been through,
And done for our country.
He then asked how I knew..
I said...
"Simple.
it's in the
way you
carry yourself,
but mainly..
It's the look
in your eyes.
anyone who
has been in
love
with a guy in a
uniform
knows that look.
It's the look
of a
Soldier.
By:Amanda
Signs of Courage
Signs of courage when I stand alone,
Traits of braveness even though my true feelings are never shown.
When the enemy I fight is much stronger than I,
I stand tall and least of all do not cry.
I am a tiny snowflake on a mountain peak,
But my faith is heard when I open my mouth to speak.
Through the villages and cities below,
It strengthens the stream in which miracles flow.
Over the seas and to the heart of the wood,
I kept praying even though the evil didn’t think I could.
I shouted out and made sure never to hold back at all,
I always knew the presence of evil-but ignored it’s threatening call.
But, sometimes I felt my faith slipping away,
I almost gave up and lost the meaning to pray.
Just when I thought it was certain that I would perish,
Your hand lead me to the thing I realized I’ve always cherished.
Because when the enemy kept pulling and I could hardly push back, I still knew I had something that its power would always lack.
For I have someone that 1 call a true friend,
Who was there for me through life’s sharpest bends.
For battles that I could never fight by myself,
Friends were there when I was at the edge of my health.
When the end is near and my cover is blown,
It’s good to know that I’m never alone.
When the battle was over at last-to higher heights I flew,
I’ll always show signs of courage when I stand by you.
By: Amanda