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As always, I am overcome by emotion for days following Memorial Day. My empathy has been my strength and my weakness from day one. I am a patriot and yet I feel disconnected from my government. Nevertheless, I feel an immense gratitude for American soldiers deployed in Iraq, Afghanistan, or wherever else. They are doing a job demanding of courage, faith, and strength, which, simply, many of us would not be capable of. They leave families, pets, homes, jobs and more behind them, and move forward in the name of Freedom to strange lands, where they are pursued by enemies they cannot see. I love them. I have them in my heart and in my prayers and it's overwhelming. I write a few letters a week, mostly to strangers enlisted to serve abroad. It's sometimes all that keeps me from crying, the feeling that, in my own way, without condoning this war, I am serving my country. I don't know. I'm just a bundle of emotion. Anyway, I just found out one of my penpals, a private serving in Iraq, was killed. I feel a nagging emptiness for a man I never knew, but who I loved in my own little way.
For 37 cents, with one domestic-rate letter, you can make a soldier's day. I cannot say enough to thank the people who run www.anysoldier.com for giving civilian Americans the ability to comfort and support any soldier in harm's way. I hope that my friends serving abroad find the same support from strangers.
For 37 cents, with one domestic-rate letter, you can make a soldier's day. I cannot say enough to thank the people who run www.anysoldier.com for giving civilian Americans the ability to comfort and support any soldier in harm's way. I hope that my friends serving abroad find the same support from strangers.