i skipped Rachael Ritchey’s Blog Battle challenge this week. I had a couple ideas but nothing really came together in my mind.
Then my captain reminded our office that today is our base’s 24 hour POW/MIA Remembrance Run to honor America’s prisoners of war and those missing in action.
I wrote down some thoughts this morning, and showed up to walk laps on lunch. While people run with a POW/MIA flag, servicemembers read a list of the missing. Pure serendipity, I was walking past as they read several “Williamson” entries from World War II.
This week’s word took on a different meaning.
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DISTANCE
Though we’re separated by
Both time and distance
Anyone can hear my cry
If they but pause to listen
A foray in a foreign land
That didn’t go the way we planned
Becomes a test of strength and honor
Which I must withstand
So little left to hope in
My resolve threatens to crack
My body may be broken
But my spirit is intact
Memory my only token
Of all that I now lack
The oaths that I have spoken
I will keep ’til I get back
All the tears you cry in silence
All the nights you felt my absence
All the times we would have kissed
All the moments that I’ve missed
And the pictures that I’m not in
While I’m gone but not forgotten