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A Tribute to My Father
He would watch us, his eyes filled with worry and pride
Two sons of my father, my brother and I.
Deep down we knew he would always be there,
To protect us and shield us from all life's despair.
And as we've grown older I know he must yield,
To a duty that only a father must feel.
To watch over his sons though they've grown to be men,
And to offer us guidance every now and again.
And I know he must ask of the Lord as he prays,
Watch over my boys if today is my day.
Now cloaked under the darkness of a soft desert sky,
I feel a strange likeness between my father and I.
For now I'm a father to thirty young men,
Related only through the blood that we've shed.
And they look up to me to lead them through the fight,
For we know not what awaits us this cold desert night.
But I've vowed to protect them and bring them all home,
So may I find strength in the courage they've shown.
And like my father I ask the Lord as I pray,
Watch over my boys if today is my day.
Written in the Iraqi desert by:
1LT Robert A. Seidel, III
27 Oct 1982 - 18 May 2006
Killed in Action
Operation Iraqi Freedom |
