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James, My Love

he looked like any other one person as he ducked inside the car which his dad drove no one could tell by looking that he was a lad and now a man that had served his time well he grew up this last seven years and he had a lot of loving and making up to do his mind was so buzzing that he could hardly pay attention to any questions or talk going on around him how had he done it when so many others were probably not ever coming home for any lengths of time? but he knew he could make it now; i knew it too i don't know how he did it, but he did i'm seeing him in my minds eye now i hope you can see him too there he is off to his future as he once was a boy off to school i knew he could do anything now for i had always believed in him my eyes are crying without permission and i am so very proud for you see i am his mother

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Date: 8/2/2009 9:23:00 PM
Again, wish you cared for me like that....
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Date: 2/27/2009 8:25:00 AM
Wonderful, uplifting story about your son, Janetta! I'm so glad he was one of the lucky ones who make it home and have the chance to pursue their dreams. And thanks for reading "Hungry and Homeless Americans." The case of the single mother you described is an all too frequent stain on America's image. Bless you for sharing, Carolyn
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Date: 2/27/2009 4:54:00 AM
Oh Janetta, I have serious chills at the end of reading this. I know the love and pride you write of, no matter what your son has accomplished, for I am a mother of a grown son too. Whether he has served our country, finished school, or simply accomplished any goal, a mother's love and pride is stronger than any other. Beautiful, beautiful write. Love, Shar
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