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The Soldier

My chance this life is gone, for I've been called home. No time left to meet the woman of my dreams – No time now to watch our children be born and grow. At just nineteen my friends and family mourn my death. Memories will cling to the folded flag. 9-11-16

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John Watt

Date: 11/18/2020 12:15:00 PM

Such a poignant write, Connie. This speaks to the true cost of war - the unfulfilled dreams, the families that are torn apart or never were able to begin. A nation losing its young in the prime of their life. Touching. ~ John

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 7/19/2022 7:35:00 PM

I attended a funeral for a close friends young brother of 19. His body looked perfect except for the eye patch he wore where he was fatally wounded by an enemy bullet. I knew him as a child and had not seen him for a few years. His Purple Heart metal was displayed which really brought tears to my eyes. When you lose a son so young, that metal brings little comfort, I thought. Thank you John. Blessings xxoo

Vince Suzadail Jr.

Date: 3/26/2012 7:44:00 AM

Been through this twice with friends killed in Vietnam. The memories remain. The look on my friend's Father's face would rip apart a human soul. Excellent write.

David Byrne

Date: 4/17/2010 10:59:00 PM

When I read the last line first I thought it read 'Folded bag'...great write!

James Fraser

Date: 1/21/2010 3:37:00 PM

And so many are ending up lost souls, just brilliant Connie >> James