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Dear Colonel....
You’re always there
I’m so grateful...
Thank you.
My brother would say
Thank you....
For holding my hand.
Today, his medals came
He would be so proud
So proud to wear them.
It’s been forty-four years
Every reminder cuts deep
Just like it did on this day.
Hope remains strong
There will be a day
That day will come along.
Dear Colonel...
Thank you, thank you
For holding my hand.
Semper Fidelis...
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright, 2012
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
5/13/2012 |
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A beautiful way to turn tragedy around.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by TONY NERONE |
5/12/2012 |
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Proud is what you and your Brother should be. I was in the Navy in the 50's so I know what the medal means. As always my Dear Friend your poetry is outstanding no matter what the subject may be. GOD BLESS YOU and Your Loved Ones.
Your Loving Friend
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