This Poem was Submitted By: Paula J Richardson On Date: 2001-09-22 19:16:43 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Guilt and Fear

I've tried to put down on paper my feelings of the recent terror. But an endless number of pages have found their way to the floor. For each attempt failed to capture  the horror and disbelief that have been thrust upon our country. I've written it this way and that from each point of view imagined.  But today this is the way it happened to fall into place. I lost no one in the terror, but as many Americans, a piece of my 'safe' state of mind was taken that day. Tuesday morning, September 11, the year 2001, I woke to find the horror had begun. I stared in disbelief at the TV screen, my shoulders tense and leaning forarms on knees. Before I knew it the clock was striking three, for hours and hours I had stared in disbelief, not knowing or caring what went on around me. The doors flew open and in stepped my son, "Mom did you hear? I think War has begun!" I shook my head and tried to explain, that this war honey would not be the same. Then looking up into his eyes, a memory flew into my mind, and this memory I could not deny. He's 16 yrs old, trying to be a man. Then the memory whispered,"Vietman"! They can't have my son, not like the others! Just then my daughter smiles and looks up at her brother, "Momma wouldn't he make a great Marine, he's big, tall and mean!" She laughs and I die inside, remembering all that I've seen. We sit on the sofa and I reach for his hand. "How many more Momma, has the number changed again?" I shake my head and blink back the tears. How long will it last Lord? Please less than two years. I love my country and the Mad-Men have to pay, but my son is nearing his 18th Birthday. I look again at the TV, it is now a little more real, for now it is for my son that I fear. I square my shoulders, that are sore from the strain, America has conquered before and will do it again. Now a week has passed and the talks have begun, to war we will go and the fight will be long. We have called on God for strength and His guiding hand. For each of us will have to give to our country to free terror from our land. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND KEEP OUR ARMED FORCES SAFE!

Copyright © September 2001 Paula J Richardson

Additional Notes:
I in no means try to say my fears are in any way near the pain of all the lost, but I do know the fear of thinking of turning my son over to one of the Armed forces, but to keep you and my country safe in the name of the USA he is go and he will serve with pride. I will pray for every second he is out of my sight. Until that day comes I will pray for you and yours. Thank you.


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