Rebuilding

Yellow Bracelet

My words fall flat on the living room floor

As we try to speak of shallow things

But the only thing in our minds is the unspeakable

Your pain makes this silence so heavy

Its breaking me down

You fidget with your yellow bracelet

A bracelet meant to represent hope

But now it only serves as a reminder of the emptiness of home

The price of freedom seems too much for you to bear

To you he is a father and a victim

To me he is a hero

            - Sommer Rees

     Sommer is best friends with SGT Ferguson's daughter, and shortly after his injury she penned this verse for to ease her friend's anguish.  Not all the casualties in a war occur on a battlefield - the second and third order effects often ripple through a community with the chill strength of a tidal wave.

     SGT Ferguson has slowly improved and was recently moved from Bethesda Medical Center to a veterans facility in Palo Alto, California.  But his ordeal, and that of his family and friends, is far from over.  While we labor to rebuild a country, they labor to rebuild a life.  Our jobs may be a little more dangerous, but theirs is just as difficult.  Please keep them in your prayers.

Comments

[Chevy Rose]

Yes, thank you for the update. He and all our wounded are in my prayers.

[toni]

What thoughtful prose. Gave me a shiver on the spine. I'm so hoping that Sgt Ferguson and his family benefited from the new Disability bill passed recently. Thanks for the update.

May God Bless them

May God Bless them

[devildog6771]

Thank you for the update. I will continue to pray for Sgt. Ferguson. Yankee Papa, that was very eloquent. Did you write it?

[TNunn]

My God Bless them.

[TNunn]

My God Bless them.

[YankeePaPa13]

Service... "It is to stand tall when all else seems to fall And lift your vision to a higher plane; It is to see beyond the encircling pall Of disappointment, and of grief and pain. It is to watch and pray-and then to wait In tranquil faith and hope that dwell apart; It is to offer love instead of hate, And touch with tenderness the aching heart. Forgetting self to ease another's woes Light candles of compassion through the night, That some lone wanderer may find the way And point the path for other feet to go: Thus from a tiny gleam may grow a light That sheds its beam unto the perfect day."

[MOM]

Thank you for the update. I have been wondering.