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Spent some time with a friend today

we try to catch up every now and then

spin our wheels and blow some smoke

makes us feel young again.



We mostly talk about things we know

the every day warriors we've become

and life is love and work all rolled up

and then some...



Today he talked about his boy...

and he tried to convince me he was tough

that watching his son give up on football

and joing the Army wasn't enough.



He told me he sent his son off to Alaska

to be stationed far away from here

and we all pray, far away from that other

somewhere, that we all seem to fear.



I raised a glass to Chris, Monday night

a drink and some time with Spike's son

knowing that it meant much to my friend

to mark every last hour with this one.



Now he's my son too...

just like the other soldiers who wear

my name as their burden, their cross,

ready to go, because they care.



Not, just because they have to,

but, because freedom breeds desire

and desire breathes the essence of life

into like minds, takes us higher.



I think I heard Spike cry today

he's not so tough afterall

but, his boy is a Soldier

serving with honor, filling the call.



Like all our Sons and Daughters

ready to go, ready to fight,

ready to stand in my place

today and tonight.



I talked to my good friend today

felt his burden for this one

and, I will never be more proud

Forever born to be my Son.





*Dedicated to all the men and women serving home and abroad in the military.  God bless them all!