My dearest soldier, I remember when you would have died for me,
Why then oh why, is suicide the only option you can now see?
I sit here alone and wish I knew how to call you up on the phone.
I wish I knew who or where you were so I could make sure you aren’t alone.
I wish you would send me your email so I could just drop you a line,
The real truth is, I want some guarantee that you will eventually be just fine.
But wars hurt and mame and the warriors never come home quite the same.
You all have paid such an ultimate price and life in this world can get insane.
If I could scream at you I would say just wait a little longer until you want to again live.
But I know that with PTSD, brain trauma, wheelchair’s, and all the rest, your feeling you must have nothing else to give.
But if you will take just a moment to listen to a friend, I promise with time the heart can again mend.
If you listen close I’ll tell you the truth, even with a battered body or mind, you still have something special you can give a friend.
Make sure someone gets you some access to a phone and a computer,
Because I am excited to see what you can all do if You choose to live until the future.
There will be hope again in your life, I Promise!
With Loving Regards,
Debbie Wilson 12-26-2011